“Where there is ruin, there is hope for a treasure.”―
After I wrote the above post regarding Intermittent Fasting I decided to start eating breakfast again to see if that would have any effect on the vertigo symptoms. The symptoms had already lessened a lot by then, but I needed to know for sure if IF was the cause.
Stopping the fasting seemed to have no effect. I continued to have good days and bad days. I did gain a few pounds back 😦
On Sunday I woke up very dizzy but still managed to shower and go to the mosaic studio. I was excited to be going back to finish a table I started months ago. It was over 95 degrees outside. The instructor set up a tent outside and put up a couple of fans. She is also only having 2 people at a time. I stayed only 2 hours because I was still not feeling right.
I got home, went to bed and slept for a couple of hours. I got up like a new person. Then we went out eat at El Barrio in Scarsdale again. This time it was not as good as prior times. The waiter got the order wrong and the drinks were poorly made.
On Monday morning when I woke up and turned my head in bed, the room started spinning much faster than usual and I immediately felt nauseous as if I was about to vomit. I didn’t, and slowly got to a seated position, then slowly got up and went on with my day.
I was very unsteady on my feet but went to work anyway because I am dumb like that. I was useless since I couldn’t move my head or pay attention to anything. I went back home at noon and slept the entire afternoon.
I started taking Claritin (for allergies) and Bonine (for motion sickeness). That drug combination and rest seemed to help. I got the name of an Otologist/Neurotologit that a friend went to but I haven’t called him yet. He may help by doing some head movements/adjustments, but I am afraid of having my neck adjusted.
I think I may have something very common but so annoying called: Benign paroxysmal positional vertigo (BPPV). I have now started to sleep with lots of pillows to prop my head up. It helps with the dizziness but now my back is complaining.
Some days I feel like a million dollar and on others I am just a beautiful blessed mess.
“Whenever I find myself growing grim about the mouth;
whenever it is a damp, drizzly November in my soul;
whenever I find myself involuntarily pausing before coffin warehouses,
and bringing up the rear of every funeral I meet;
and especially when my hypos get such an upper hand of me,
that it requires a strong moral principle to prevent me from deliberately stepping into the street, and methodically knocking people’s hats off-
then, I account it high time to get to a bookstore as soon as I can.
That is my substitute for the pistol and ball.”