Well yesterday afternoon, after fighting the inevitable for three days straight, it HIT ME and there was no way to stop it.
I was in the middle of making a post for another platform, struggling to focus I might add as I had been fighting the symptoms since last Friday evening, when the room started spinning violently, the tinnitus in my left ear buzzed so loud it sounded as if a 747 was getting ready for take off with its engines whining and bile began to rise up into my throat.
I was in full-blown Meniere's Disease fallout and the episode I had been pampering and fending off hit me like a Mack truck.
That is how quick an episode can come on, and why I am always so scared to leave my home alone and be out on the road driving in traffic. I just never know when it will come and hit me.
As the afternoon went on, my symptoms increased. Nausea turned to full-blown run to the bathroom for some dry heaves (which are always so nice) and the vertigo transferred over to blurred vision, head pounding so hard that I have sympathy and empathy for migraine sufferers and my focus was off. I had 100% brain fog and discombobulation.
Welcome to my world. My every day... minimum of three times per week life.
Some times these episodes can last for a few hours, other times they hang out for days on end. It's nothing for me to have an episode and sleep for days; lose days out of my life. And the disability people at SSDI wonder why I applied for disability. I can't work outside the house. Who will hire me when I call in to work on average two to three times per week? Who will hire me when I can't focus on the task in front of me and I screw up an important business transaction?
But that's an whole 'nother story...
So this morning as I got Mr Golden D out the door to work, I gathered up the usual suspects in my recovery from the episode. I knew this was going to be a challenge today.
I was woke up this morning just after 2am (I did head off to bed about 7PM as the meds I take cause extreme drowsiness) with the worst headache imaginable. Pounding behind my eyes, under my eyes, across the nape of my neck and if I turned my head too far, the vertigo added to the fun and excitement. I crawled from the bed, grabbed the antacids (gobbled down three) and made my way to kitchen.
Medical Marijuana to the RESCUE!
Sitting on my desk right now is the Vernor's (ginger ale), the bottle of antacids and my ecig for vaping. I already took quite a few hits of OG Kush from the pipe. The vertigo has eased up enough that I can sit here and type this post. The nausea is settling down some and the tinnitus (ringing in the ear) has let up a little. My head is still pounding and it hurts to even blink my eyes, but as my husband says, "Work through it... you can do it".
When I was first diagnosed many years ago with this disease, he would take the day off work to take care of me, but we soon learned he'd be calling into work every week. So when I have these episodes, I hunker down, take my meds, smoke a little and have my little care package (image above) readily available nearby. I swear the ginger ale, antacids, cannabis and sleep is what helps me get through these moments in life.
While I don't suffer from chronic (non-stop) pain like some people who use medical marijuana, this disease does cause me to loss of livelihood. And it sucks BIG time.