Woke up today with the usual dizziness and I'm feeling quite acidy. A quick bowl of Congee has done the trick and a glass of water. It's strange that I am still feeling acidy after food and water but I suppose it will just be time before that goes. For now it's back to the Polo mints. Speaking of which, do you know that sugar free mints have a mild laxative effect? Hehehe. Good to counter the steroidal blockage!
Hospital appointment at 2pm brought the usual roller coaster adventure. The taxi down there and the movement, lights etc made me feel ill again. Unfortunately, another patient had a nosebleed for over 2 hours so the experience was prolonged.
When I eventually got into the consult room I fell back onto the filing cabinet because I was so disorientated. The SHO gave me a cyclizine to help me and then carried out the exam. The virus seems to be clearing up with the antivirals so I should complete the full course. I was also advised to reduce the amount of prednisolone to 20mg four times a day but to take the cyclizine as I felt necessary (up to 2 times a day).
Took a while to settle down after arriving home but I felt much more comfortable after a while. I tried another session on the face massager but there was no improvement. Just a bit of relief as the vibrations relieved the slight itching in my ear!
The best part of today must be the bowl of Scouse. The first proper meal I have managed to eat since the beginning of this whole ordeal. Problem is that I can't taste foodstuffs too good at the moment. The mouth is still numb and the taste buds have deserted me.
The problem with eating is that the moment I feel sick and acidy I must eat immediately or else I will be sick. It's so difficult to manage at the moment so food has been prepared for quick heating in the microwave.
To be honest without Jo's support throughout the whole of this I don't know if I could manage. She has done everything for me and her family too. It's at times like this that you realise how fragile you are. No more of this "indestructible" rubbish that you parade when you are young. You really are nothing. You know when people say it's downhill after 30 well it certainly rings true at the moment. It has been 21 days since my 30th birthday and I'm on day 17 of this illness. 3 or 4 days of "nah it's just the same as being 29" and then BANG... a mule kick in the face and stay down for the count cowboy. I've never been in this position before. Always been strong. Helped others. Shrugged off colds. T-shirts in winter. Wake up this is real and it sucks.