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A month in a limbo

So I decided it is time visit my GP and get a referral letter to a doctor, for some reason I decided an ONT would be a good choice. My GP gave me a referral, some anti-dizzies medicine and beta blocker Betaserc. None if these made any difference as far as I could tell.

I went see an ONT, he took my blood pressure, listened to my symptoms and told me that the problem is caused by little crystals in the inner ear. Right… He prescribed some anti-dizzies medicine and also Lexotan. I had no idea what kind of drug Lexotan is, I was just taking everything that the doctor prescribed.

So I have been taking all the prescriptions for a about a week and I started to feel much better, my mood has improved, I had no problem with driving and I’ve started running again. I though I was cured. At this point it has been about 5 weeks since my vestibular neuritis had started.

I had to see my GP for some another reason and during the visit told him about Lexotan. That’s when I found out what kind of drug it is and that it shouldn’t be taken for prolonged period of time. I stopped taking it the same day. And in a few days all my symptoms came back with vengeance. Dizziness, unstable, afraid to go out alone, you name it.

Meanwhile, since I still didn’t have a concrete diagnosis what is wrong with me, I sort of thought may be it is a problem with my neck and I need to see a chiropractor. Which I did. “Of course”, he said, “dizziness can be caused by a problem with the neck”. “How about we sell you 4 months package for regular neck adjustments?” I was desperate, so I agreed. And paid for it. They also did a neck adjustment on that day. About 20 minutes after I was done, I felt rush of adrenaline, it felt just the time when my vestibular neuritis started. FUCK!!! I thought to myself, I’ll need to experience that torture┬áthree times a week for the next four months.

To be continued…

 

Vestibular Neuritis: How it all started

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…