I Should Have Expected This
Christmas Break in 1991 - my senior year in high school - began for me with the most horrendous flu I've ever had. Unfortunately, it also began a tradition of Christmas flues that continued throughout college. After the second or third repeat, we finally figured out that I am normally such a little stress ball that when I let go and relax my body decides to get sick.
My husband calls it letdown.
I call it things that I can't politely say on my blog.
So it should come as no surprise that I woke up Saturday morning not feeling right after spending all of Friday grumping around the house doing completely unnecessary housework. (It's been two years since I had time away from the kids and I haven't had an actual vacation since my honeymoon 9 years ago. I didn't quite know what to do with myself.)
What has been surprising is the nature of the illness. You see, I rolled over at about 3AM yesterday and was instantly hit with a wave of dizziness. This repeated three or four times before I finally fell back to sleep. By the time I got out of bed, it had progressed to the sensation of a wildly spinning room that did bad things to my tummy. I was ok when sitting or standing straight up...but every time I tried laying down or bending over I got hit with vertigo. I've NEVER had vertigo before, and it scared me.
I called my doctor yesterday, and am on my way to see her in a little while. In the meantime I didn't do anything yesterday except for read a bit and watch tv. I did manage a nap - thanks to my ability to sleep sitting up on our couch, perfected because of my headache problems - but there wasn't a whole lot I could really do. Even basic, garter stitch knitting makes me queasy.
My friend Jenn says that this is my body's way of telling me I just need to rest...that it doesn't want to be doing all of those projects I had planned. She's probably right, but I wish I didn't need such a big, nasty lesson to learn that.
My husband calls it letdown.
I call it things that I can't politely say on my blog.
So it should come as no surprise that I woke up Saturday morning not feeling right after spending all of Friday grumping around the house doing completely unnecessary housework. (It's been two years since I had time away from the kids and I haven't had an actual vacation since my honeymoon 9 years ago. I didn't quite know what to do with myself.)
What has been surprising is the nature of the illness. You see, I rolled over at about 3AM yesterday and was instantly hit with a wave of dizziness. This repeated three or four times before I finally fell back to sleep. By the time I got out of bed, it had progressed to the sensation of a wildly spinning room that did bad things to my tummy. I was ok when sitting or standing straight up...but every time I tried laying down or bending over I got hit with vertigo. I've NEVER had vertigo before, and it scared me.
I called my doctor yesterday, and am on my way to see her in a little while. In the meantime I didn't do anything yesterday except for read a bit and watch tv. I did manage a nap - thanks to my ability to sleep sitting up on our couch, perfected because of my headache problems - but there wasn't a whole lot I could really do. Even basic, garter stitch knitting makes me queasy.
My friend Jenn says that this is my body's way of telling me I just need to rest...that it doesn't want to be doing all of those projects I had planned. She's probably right, but I wish I didn't need such a big, nasty lesson to learn that.
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