I woke up with a bout of vertigo this morning. Fun stuff, lemme tell ya.
I had my first round with vertigo way back in 2002. I was living in my cool little place on Linden Ave and working at WRQ (no, it's not a radio station). I woke up and my head was absolutely spinning. And I hadn't even been drinking the night before! I thought maybe I was just still really tired, so I turned the alarm off and went back to sleep.
When I woke up again, it was even worse. I had to go work, so I got up and literally crawled along the floor to get to the bathroom. I hung onto the shower curtain the whole time I showered and clung to walls as I got ready to leave. Driving was so much fun. And my desk at WRQ was raised so sat on stool. I had one hand on the desk the entire day. I thought I was going to fall out of my chair.
I made a doctor's appointment for that afternoon and I think Steve either picked me up from work and took me, or I made it back to my apartment and he drove me from there. Either way, I remember just leaning on him the whole time. The doctor simply said "Sometimes these things just flair up. Take a dramamine if you're nauseous." That's it.
After a day or so it went away, and now it only flairs up occasionally. One time, Steve and I were in Bartell's and I turned to say something to him and the world just spun. I got tunnel vision and ended up sitting down right there in the middle of the aisle. I just couldn't move. We had walked from the house, so we started the very slow trek back. I made it halfway, then Steve sat me down on the sidewalk and ran home to get the car. That was the very worse episode. Normally, I only notice it when I go into a bathroom stall and turn around quickly to lock the door. Then my head swims a little.
Today, it's just kind of like being drunk. Which ain't so bad.