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I'm at a place called Vertigo

The three-day weekend went by like the wind with my time and sleep all jumbled up into one. By Sunday I was thinking it was only Saturday, totally forgetting Friday and Saturday. Despite having a lovely time spent with family, of course I always have that dread of Monday even though yesterday was a public holiday (one of the better perks of living in Malaysia). Anyways, as usual I went about the weekend without so much of a plan. And the only day that was spent out shopping or even in a shopping complex was on Sunday afternoon with Buffy. Other than than, I was at home with my parents or at my sister's house with the third generations. Hehe.

And then yesterday, I woke up with an odd feeling... it felt like I was spinning, or the room was spinning. But I was very much stationary. At first it wasn't apparent - it was just like when a sleepy person was jolted right out of bed. I sat down after getting up from bed and tried to focus my eyes on a single spot in my room. When I thought I'd awaken up enough to take a shower, I hobbled my way towards the bathroom feeling like I was walking in a boat. My head felt heavy and my eyes just felt like it was going from left to right to left again even when I was focusing on a single spot.

After my shower, I went downstairs and felt heaps better and as the day wore on, I thought that episode was over. I usually would feel that way only if I had a severe headache or if I jumped out of bed too quickly. In the latter case, the disorientation wouldn't last so long. By the afternoon, I was feeling a little sleepy so I decided to take a nap. Two hours later I woke up and again the feeling came over me. This time I was nauseous and sweating from trying not to puke. It felt like I was going to black out! So I sat down and just tried to focus my eyes again. That was when I thought of vertigo. I was feeling unsteady and swaying but I was pretty sure I wasn't moving at all. After I got over that spell, I took a cool shower and once refreshed went downstairs to talk to my dad about it.

I remembered once when my mom actually experienced this. She said her head felt heavy and the room was just spinning around her. She even blacked out a few times. At that time, she could hardly get up and was feeling rather weak too. The doctor told her it was because she had low blood pressure and needed sugar in her system. Since then she's been really careful. Fainting spells and low blood does course through my family - my brother and sister. But for me, I have never even come close to fainting. Yesterday was the closest EVER.

When I told my dad I felt giddy, he asked me if I was having a migrain. But since I wasn't he got worried and told me to be wary of it in case it was my blood pressure. He also suspected that it was because I haven't been getting enough sleep. The nausea and swaying did go away eventually but yeah, the blood pressure thing was kinda worrying.

This morning I made sure I took my time getting out of bed. I didn't feel the vertigo overtaking me but my dad told me to take it easy anyways. Thank GOD, my drive to work was alright but I do feel the swaying motion washing over me right now. This may be because I haven't eaten yet but I don't know. In the past I sometimes do get this 'disoriented' feeling but it's never too obvious. But since it's showing itself more and more, I'd need to get myself checked with my doctor. Maybe it's just stress related and maybe it's nothing but I don't want to take anything for granted.


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