This is the third, and hopefully the last, of some posts about my recent medical woes. Most regular readers will be aware that I have been suffering from vertigo for over a week now. Once I managed to learn to tell myself that I wasn’t actually upside down, the sensation became more manageable. Add to that the anti-spasmodic medication, and the dizziness and nausea reduced considerably.
Last night, I even managed to stay up quite late, (01.30) watching a documentary on BBC4. Before that, I was in bed by 10.30 most evenings, unable to face sitting up straight for much longer, using the computer, or even watching TV, as all of these were making me feel dizzy. A week on the tablets had showed a considerable improvement, and life was getting back to some normality.
Soon after we went to bed last night, I asked Julie if she could hear the heavy rain. Despite a late forecast of a cold clear night, and a dry weekend, I was sure that it was tipping down. I could hear it, a rushing sound; like being next to a fast-flowing river, or standing close the the water’s edge at the beach. She assured me that it wasn’t raining, and that the sound must be in my head. I sat up, and the noise wasn’t there, so I reluctantly returned to my sleeping position, accompanied once more by the sounds of the sea. It took a while to get used to it, before I managed to slip away. It would appear that this could now become part of lying down for me, perhaps related to the inner ear problems. I really hope not, as it is something I could well do without.
I have always wanted to live by the sea. But not actually in it.