Saturday, January 12, 2013
I am having dizzy spells. Apparently this is because I (may) have some kind of inner ear infection, but the GP might just have said this for something to say. He did the thing of holding a pencil in front of my eyes and moving it from left to right and diagnosed on the basis of how my eyes swivelled in response to this. Dizzy is also something that people with M.E. have a lot on account of Postural Orthostatic Tachycardia Syndrome, which I already have but so far without the dizziness. I would much rather it was an inner ear thing and hope it buggers off soon. It reminds me of being drunk as a teenager, that swimmy feeling that came just before one passed out or was sick. The first time I had that was when I was sixteen, so you could say I was a late starter. It was at a party thrown by the mater and my erstwhile stepfather to signify their reunion after he had left her and then come back. I resolved that I would try every drink on the table. No-one had told me about what happens when you mix vodka, gin, whisky, rum and wine. I think I tried to take my dress off while dancing in front of a room full of my mother's friends and asked if anyone wanted a French kiss. The next morning my mother and stepfather were nowhere to be seen and I thought I was going to die. I have had hangovers since, but never one like that. The party had in any case been a grim affair because my mother knew that my stepfather was planning to leave her again. When I tried to stand up the room began to spin around. Actually, remembering this has cheered me up. Things are not as bad as that now. There is always a positive way of looking at things.