So last Monday, after an extremely interesting visit to the Carmelites, a delicious lunch, and a restful sleep, I struggled to my feet and wobbled on to the bathroom. There was nothing unusual there as I am admittedly not a morning person and waking up early is a constant struggle with my Mama-conscience and my DH. I did feel I was wobblier than usual though but I chalked it off to me rushing to the bathroom, my feet barely touching the floor.
When I got out, however, I fell inside the closet, much to my DH's amusement. He thought I was joking around. Lucky for me I fell on a stack of clothes. I pulled myself out, only to fall again, this time on the floor. This time, DH was not laughing.
When I say fall, I do not mean swaying gracefully on my feet and then slowly falling to the floor. I wasn't even dizzy or anything. It was more like, me moving my head and falling down, without my brain even comprehending that I was falling until I actually hit the floor. It was like having the rug pulled out from under me. I couldn't even hold out my hand to break my fall, simply because, my brain didn't process that tiny important detail.
I was scared...this has never happened to me before. DH advised me to lie down and not move around so much. A few hours later, I received a text from Nita excitedly telling me that "It's a holiday today so we can scrap to our heart's delight." I texted her back to tell her that I couldn't scrap because I seem to have lost my balance. She asked me what my symptoms were and she confidently declared I had vertigo. She also gave me the name of a medicine I should take. I believed her because she said she had the same symptoms before and this medicine helped her. She told me about this wonder drug twice. "Zyrtec lang yan!"
Since DH was not around and I wanted relief from the falling sensation, I asked our driver to buy me the lowest dose of the medicine. Nita said in about 20 minutes the medicine will work. It didn't, but I did fall asleep, providing some modicum of relief.
When I woke up, I was still feeling wobbly, but at least I wasn't falling all over the place anymore. It was only bad when I looked up or down suddenly. This lasted the whole week. Yesterday, I finally ventured out with the KiDS and I felt nauseous in the car. I am still not feeling that well right now and blogging is quite a strain. So pardon me if I'm just going round and round, blame it on the vertigo.
And here's a funny thing. I was chatting with Au and she told me I should take Serc. I said Nita advised me to take Zyrtec. Au replied, Zyrtec is for hives, Serc is anti-vertigo. Suddenly, I heard DH's doomsday voice in my head, "Sigurado ka ba sa gamot na yan, doctor ba siya?" while I explained in a small voice, "Sanay na siya sa gamot. I trust her."
Yeah, right. Trust someone who can't tell Basic Grey from My Mind's Eye. Someone who has admitted to not knowing her scrapbooking brands. Who knew that extended to medicines? It turns out that Zyrtec is indeed for hives and Serc is the right pill. Nita apologised to me profusely because they "sounded alike." Well, she was only being helpful...and she did promise me she will never recommend medicine to anyone again. (Peace, Nita.) And I will never take prescription from a non-MD again. I should've known better.
Well, at least that day, I was assured I wasn't getting hives.
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