Navigating the waters of a vestibular disorder is a terrifying ordeal
It was a middle of July 2016 and the day hadn’t been promising to be a particularly good one. I was on a business trip in Germany. On that day I was supposed to meet a guy who had suggested that we drive to visit several customers. Upon checking the map i had found out that between three meetings we would need to drive about 800 km in two days. I had no problems with driving, except too fast driving, my body doesn’t like it. And since we were in Germany I was expecting some fast driving.
Quick skipping through the day by the end of which I was totally exhausted. And not by the fact that at time we were driving at 260 km/h per hour. But mostly by the fact that the driver, while driving at that speed was talking to another passenger at the back seat, at times not holding the steering wheel. “My car has line and collision assist” he said “so don’t you worry”. Fuck it!
Anyhow, on the second day we were supposed to drive 300km only and after that, I had promised to myself, I would never sit in a car with that guy again.
About half way through, on an autobahn, we had a flat tire. The car had stopped in an unfortunate place that made evacuation a problem. We had to call for police to block the road. But I was releaved, after the tire change, we could just slowly drive to the airport. We were in some small German town I have never heard about. I’ll remember that town till the rest of my days.
While waiting for the spare tire to arrive we went to have a lunch. While waiting for the order to arrive I felt sort of cold rush at the back of my head and I thought to myself that I might pass out. This was a new feeling that I had never experienced before. I excused myself and went out to get some fresh air. It helped a bit, but I was feeling shaken and not stable. I couldn’t understand what is going on. Somehow I managed to finish the lunch with my friends and we started walking back to the auto service. I wasn’t feeling myself and told that to look after me, I might pass out. Another first for me.
At the dealership I thought maybe coffee would help, it didn’t. Drinking more water didn’t help either. I just was feeling right and that was something I had never experienced before. Frankly I was getting scared that I’ll end up ina hospital 10,000km away from home. So I decided we need to go to ER. Luckily a hospital was just a few kilometers away and the staff was speaking English. That took my blood preasure, which was a bit elevated…not surprising so and blood test. EKG Turned out okay, so did the blood test. The doctor looked concerned, but my test were fine, I didn’t have a stroke (I started to think I had one due to tightness in the chest). But I kept feeling unsteady. In the end, after three hours, they let me go.
We drove back to the hotel. During the ride every time the car was speeding up, I was feeling a passing out sensation. We made it to the hotel at Frankfurt airport. The hotel there has a glass design. Basically to get into rooms you take an elevator and you exit in the middle of a glass bridge. When I stepped out of elevator I was almost ready to crowl through the bridge, I couldn’t stand, my body was feeling drunk. And I kept asking myself what the fuck is wrong with me?
Next morning I had to take a flight to one of our remote offices.
To be continued…