Okay, Iâ€™m a few days late on my Saturday post.Â But I have some really good reasons:
Bob (New Catâ€™s new name) spent Friday, Saturday, and Sunday at two different emergency clinics. Heâ€™s okay, but for about forty-eight hours it looked scary.
There were potentially frightening X-rays, the possibility of his heart being enlarged, terrible anemia, and an odd lab result on one of his liver readings. After more tests, his heart is fine and the one odd liver value is coming down. His red blood cell count is back to normal. Heâ€™s home and tormenting Dave (the other tabby) so all there is good.
Then on Sunday, I had vertigo. Iâ€™m not talking about, â€œOoo, Iâ€™m a little light-headed.â€ Iâ€™m talking feeling as if Iâ€™d drunk four bottles of tequila, got into one of those human-sized gyroscopes, and then taken a roller coaster ride. To make things worse, I hurled during the urgent care exam. It was mortifying.
Iâ€™ve never experienced anything like it. At one point, I couldnâ€™t move my eyes without sending the room into an impressive axis-tilting whirligig. It was one of the worst twenty-four hours of my life.
I couldnâ€™t walk straight. The Dude had to help me walk into the clinic. During the exam, the doctor said he had to ask if I was intoxicated because my physical behavior was so screwed up. (He didnâ€™t really think I was drunk, btw.) I would have been dead of alcohol poisoning long before I drank enough to reach this stage of incapacitation.
There wasnâ€™t much for them to do. They sent me home, and The Dude went out for Meclizine. I took some and, amazingly enough, felt well enough to get out of bed and go lie down on the couch.
Monday I was better, but my balance was still off. Iâ€™m good today, just tired. Iâ€™m going to the â€œDizzy Clinicâ€ next week to start some physical therapy.
Iâ€™ve been through this before. I had Benign Paroxysmal Positional Vertigo. My doctor explained this as the rocks in your head going where theyâ€™re not supposed to. They basically treat your head like those kidsâ€™ puzzles where you try to get the ball bearings into the little holes. Itâ€™s less fun than it sounds.
And thatâ€™s why I didnâ€™t get my post done this weekend.
You got a problem with that? Come on over to my house. Iâ€™ll spin around a couple of times, and weâ€™ll see what happens . . .