Report From Woozy-ville
This virus, Labyrnthritis [1], is driving me nuts. It appears to be
getting better, as there have been fewer hours with a headache, and the
periods of wooziness are getting shorter with longer non-woozy
stretches between them. The headaches come and go. But the
very worst part is the lack of concentration.
Can't read for too long, can't stay on the web and surf, can't catch up
on those sections of the Sunday paper that sit around, can't even watch
TV. And when I listen to the radio all I do is end up falling
asleep. Not that the radio bores me, but this virus is fatiguing,
and the headache and the wooze add up to a sleepiness that has me
nodding out more often than not.
This virus sure is an insidious one. Reading about it on the
web --for what ever duration I can remain alert enough to concentrate--
it seems that aspirin and sodium are to be avoided. And that
there really are no drug therapies that work. One just waits it
out.
As disturbing, annoying, frustrating and upsetting as it is, it appears
I have a mild case of this. Others are waylaid for weeks, months
on end. Some suffer from horrid bouts of vertigo.
Me, I am simply housebound (can't drive!), headachy, woozy, and
yawning or dozing off most of the time. Even putting
together this blog entry has been an all-day event .... in about thirty
installments.
inanimate object. No, nothing is moving. Have you taken your medicine?">
Everything feels like Op-Art or as though life has become the reality of an Escher drawing [2].
What to Do?
This is the question of the hour. Or, well, er, maybe it is the question of the week.
The effects set in last Saturday. Sunday they came and went, but
the evening was pretty severe. Since Monday the effects seem to
be on the wane, but not enough that I feel comfortable enough to drive.
I had to postpone some appointments, A few phone calls are yet
left to be returned. Using e-mail or IM I've managed to let most
of my clients and associates know that I am under the weather.
But life goes on, and without a definite curative course of action, this is like being in medical limbo.
I handled a few phone calls today, but those were with people with whom
my relationship is such that being a little out of kilter was
okay. Oddly, on both calls of any duration today the person on
the other end spoke of knowing someone (in both cases, as I recall, it
was an uncle) who'd had Labyrnthritis.
Somehow this keeps feeling more and more like I am a character in a Hitchcock movie, or, worse yet, a David Lynch movie.
Now the dizziness is back, as well as the headache, so for the moment I will bid you adieu, and go back to sleep.
What to Do?
This is the question of the hour. Or, well, er, maybe it is the question of the week.
The effects set in last Saturday. Sunday they came and went, but
the evening was pretty severe. Since Monday the effects seem to
be on the wane, but not enough that I feel comfortable enough to drive.
I had to postpone some appointments, A few phone calls are yet
left to be returned. Using e-mail or IM I've managed to let most
of my clients and associates know that I am under the weather.
But life goes on, and without a definite curative course of action, this is like being in medical limbo.
I handled a few phone calls today, but those were with people with whom
my relationship is such that being a little out of kilter was
okay. Oddly, on both calls of any duration today the person on
the other end spoke of knowing someone (in both cases, as I recall, it
was an uncle) who'd had Labyrnthritis.
Somehow this keeps feeling more and more like I am a character in a Hitchcock movie, or, worse yet, a David Lynch movie.
Now the dizziness is back, as well as the headache, so for the moment I will bid you adieu, and go back to sleep.