Well, that was the case on Monday afternoon.
What started out as a slight dizziness turned into a full fledged holding my head yelling for my daughter VERTIGO.
But hey, at least I picked a good Hitchcock movie :)
I laugh now, but at the time I was scared sh*tless to be honest. Our large leaded glass hutch in the living room became a kaleidoscope and although I enjoyed the psychedelic sixties this trip was more than I could handle!
The paramedics were a little concerned that I was not vomiting - as that is a sure sign of vertigo. I made them happy once we were in ER and a "vommie-potty" or whatever those things are were no where to be found...opps. I just missed the shiny black shoes of the "i think must be cute" paramedic.
It's no fun having to keep your eyes closed when all the action is going on around you and its about you! But whew, I knew I hadn't been invited on Nicholas Cages new yacht but I could not find my land legs or my land eyes. I suppose I looked sort of like this: L@@K! only faster!
Naturally the ER Doctor -- appropriately named Dr. Cloud - surmised that I was one of the most pronounced cases of vertigo he'd seen in ER.
Thanks to the medication I sort of slept through Tuesday and Wednesday -- with only one very mild spinning sensation and my daughter quickly brought me my med's - which quickly took me back to la-la land.
I've had enough of this spinning stuff....so can someone please put on The Birds, or some other Hitchcock flick...?