Last Saturday Hubby was suddenly so dizzy he couldn’t walk, and I had to take him to the ER. The room was spinning.
After 4 bags of fluids, he was rehydrated, but still needed medication to help the Vertigo.
Thankfully, I caught a good friend who drove to the hospital, picked up the kids, and cared for them as her own (and with her own) while I cared for Hubby. We were there for over 6 hours.
On Sunday his sister arrived for her planned 5-day visit. On Monday we had his follow-up doctor’s appointment. He had Benign Positional Vertigo due to an inner ear viral infection. All we could do was give him his meds for the spinning sensation, steroids for the swelling in the ear that could be making the spinning worse, lots of fluids to prevent dehydration (which exacerbates Vertigo), and rest. It usually takes about a week for it to get significantly better.
So this week has both flown by and dragged by. My husband gets Vertigo, and my life starts spinning: worry about my husband, ensuring he is cared for, entertaining my SIL during her visit, not to mention its the 1st week since last summer that Mr T doesn’t have school or any plans at all (Hello, Summer). This is end of quarter for Hubby, so he was absolutely supposed to be at work: an impossibility when you can’t drive or walk around much! So he was frustrated about that, making him (understandably) not the most pleasant of patients. I had plans to go see the movie Eclipse, too, something I’d been looking forward to for months and had a sitter hired for.
What was going to be a quiet week, turned on its head, what with a single thing like my husband getting this random, annoying, scary affliction. Yet my role in this family is to remain unfluttered by Life’s volleys. I admit: I am someone you do want around in an emergency.
But after a week of waiting for Hubby to feel better, helping him get better, not having his help with the kids, enjoying my SIL’s company while keeping my kids entertained on Summer Break, and doing all the normal stuff that needs to be done a round the house….it feels like I am the one with Vertigo.
Not to mention that I’ve been getting great new ideas for my book & have had minimal time before 10pm to write anything down, so the nights have been late and the mornings early all week. I was so thankful when he started driving again yesterday, pretty much fully recovered.
I collapsed on the couch fast asleep this afternoon the moment I had a few minutes with the kids in their rooms. I am so tired right now, I could go to bed and its only 5:15pm.
I know that weeks like this happen. But when they did before we had kids, I’d be able to go take a walk on the water near our old condo and breathe. The sounds of the water, the sights of NYC would relax me. The birds would entertain me. And I’d feel straightened back up.
Now, I can’t so easily nip away for a head clearing. Its dizzying how getting what you want in Life (the great husband, the 2 beautiful kids, the lovely home in a safe suburban neighborhood) can take away some of what you already had. Like Quiet, and the flexibility to get lost in the sight of old boat docks.
I’ll just have to find another way to recover from my husband’s Vertigo.