lunch courtesy of that nice Mr Rishi Sunack. His £10 meal deal.
Walking to the restaurant with Ellie I suddenly felt my head feel a little strange. Trudging along trying hard not to let this blooming thing get me, I thought am I going to get there and have to cry off? Mind over matter, I carried on, not breathing a word to himself who would have walked in and cancelled our booking on the spot! We were shown to a lovely table overlooking the river and by a much needed open window. Luckily he didn’t notice my stiff and upright gait resembled an ironing board! I didn’t dare move my head for fear of it getting worse. My gaze never wavered as I locked onto the husband sat across the table. I glanced at the menu, chose what I wanted, even ordered a glass of wine. Small talk was about all I could manage as I fought to overcome this strange feeling. This time I knew that it wasn’t the usual BPPV, it seemed oddly connected to my hearing? An inner ear infection maybe?
A landlocked type of seasickness?
Very weird.
With willpower on speed, mind over matter type of thing it started to recede, I even glanced out at the fast flowing river which until that point I had been frightened to do in case it made the whole thing really kick off.
It went: for the first time I had conquered it without staggering around like a drunk or worse still throwing up!
As we walked home through the woods, I came clean about how I had felt and asked him to fight for me if it ever became something serious!
An odd end to a government sponsored luncheon date?
I've had small, tiny, brief episodes of vertigo, but never so debilitating as that. And I fixed my focus and didn't waver and it past. But to walk. Wow. Glad you beat it and had a great lunch.
ReplyDeleteIt certainly was different from the previous attacks and this time I conquered it. It is a worry though as to the cause?
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Frightening.
ReplyDeleteI'm glad it passed.
The trouble is Sue it remains always present, just by the fear of it making a reappearance!
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Are you just coming out of guarantee? That's often a cause for failure in heavy machinery such as wireless sets and mangles...
ReplyDeleteI find it easier these days to keep a note of the more normal, unafflicted moments - uses less paper. ;-)
Blooming guarantee? The only guarantee I’ve got is the one that clearly states that unlike the Duracell bunny I will fly like a fart in a colander looking for a hole to get out until I am DEAD. Batteries never needed. Maybe that is why I have never got the call from the company to feature in their ad’s, added to which sadly I am not pink and fluffy.
DeleteI do love a good mangle. Unafflicted moments are so rare I could write them on the back of the envelope that has accompanied my latest summons...
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It is clear to me you are falling apart! No doubt about it. You probably need to lie in a darkened room now for a prolonged period and only if nothing else falls off should you rise again. Signed dr strangefellow. x
ReplyDeleteDefinitely, at speed. This lying in a darkened room appeals, especially with a butler to peel me the odd grape or two.
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