I feel a little guilty about updating my blog right now because Craig's dad is grouting in the tile in the new shower, but honestly, I feel like crap. We've had several late nights because of the master bathroom remodel, and I had a follow up appointment with the ENT doctor yesterday. It was depressing. My hearing is not good. Matter of fact, during the word recognition portion of the test it was all I could do to not turn around and try to read the tester's lips. Embarrassed and defeated I left with a refill for the same dose of hctz and a recommendation for a hearing aid. Luckily, my hearing in my right ear is still very good.
The most frustrating part of all of this is that those around me keep trying to talk louder. It drives me crazy, because it is not that I can't hear, it is that I can't understand. The best that I can describe it is it sounds as if I am trying to understand what someone is saying while underwater. When people around me talk louder, it just gets nearly unbearable.
Yesterday after my appt I went to Lowes and Home Depot to pick up a few more supplies because SOMEONE (me) decided to change grout color. I became progressively tired throughout the day and by 4 pm couldn't even keep my eyes open. Then the vertigo started. Classic Meniere's, so I take a diazepam and go to bed with my puke bucket nearby, only when I woke up my stomach was very settled. This was not my Meniere's. What the heck?? Lights became hazy, I was starting to hallucinate a bit. Aha, it has to be the crazies coming to haunt me again. Those who know me well know what I mean. (I am NOT really crazy--all the time, anyway!). Luckily today is my last day for those stupid things this month. I called my Dr.'s office to make sure that it was ok to take my last dose today and found that I am one of only 6% that has those symptoms. Nice. I can't seem to fall into any cool statistics like, say, winning the lottery or being randomly selected to be on Wheel of Fortune, but when it comes to seeing floaties and feel like I am in a perpetual disco room I strike the jackpot. Whooppee!
Anyway, enough complaning. Things will get better, but frustration is the name of the game right now!
Thanks for listening,
~M
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2 comments:
Boo to the crazy pills! Maybe the vertigo is from us not having a chance to chat recently. You know, with us being the center of the universe, it gets really difficult having 2 worlds circling separately. :-) hahaha
Missing you! Char
Feeling like you're in a perpetual disco room - wow, if you could bottle and sell that, you would have been a millionaire back in the 70s! Sorry you aren't having a good week - hope you start feeling better soon!
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