lola guerrero

50-something empty-nest-search-for-God-and-happiness with more than a dash of humor


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For the first time in three weeks, I have been able to write inside my condo. My laptop is finally fixed. But, then, a health issue put my writing blog on hold for a while longer. Oh, the trials of a blogger.

Monday I woke up at 6 am. I opened my eyes and the room was spinning. Whoa. I got scared.

Am I dreaming?

I closed my eyes again. It felt like I was on one of the rides at a fair. At a fair, this feeling is a good mixture of scary and fun. Not in my own bedroom.

I was not dreaming.

My hand reached for my husband. “Honey, the room is spinning, and my stomach . . . I’m going to throw up.”

He bolted out of bed and into the kitchen. I can hear all the cupboards and drawers being opened. I think, “For cryin’ out loud, pick a soup bowl, a paper bag, anything round or plastic. Hurry.”

He hands me clear plastic bag, the size of my iPhone 5S.

Is this the best he can do?

My poor husband. I can see that me being ill is going to be a bumpy road for both of us.

I threw up everything that I ate from the night before. I was still throwing up when I had nothing left inside of me.
I counted a dozen heaves.

The upper half of my body chimed in with my spinning head. There was a dance going on.

Every time I shifted from one side to the other as I lay in my bed indicated to my stomach that it was time throw up. My eyes became sensitive to the morning light. My nose couldn’t stand the Tide scent of the wash cloth my husband gave me to wipe my face. My ears were sensitive to the buses  and cars that passed  by our condo and the clicking of dishes as my husband made his way through the kitchen still looking for a “vomit bowl.”

It tells a lot about a couple when they can deal with one of the pair needing a vomit bowl in on standby.

At 5 pm, we went the doctor’s office and, again, I throw up. I’m sure the doctor is used to it, but, still, I look at him and say, “I’m sorry.”

All my symptoms pointed to vertigo. Here is a short definition.

Vertigo is a type of dizziness. Deep inside the ear, there is a small network of tubes that is filled with fluid. Special calcium float inside that fluid. The tubes and deposits make up the vestibular system, which tells the brain what position the body is in. The vestibular system also helps you maintain your balance.

If these tubes inside your inner ear get swollen or if they form extra calcium deposits, you can lose your balance and develop vertigo.

It is not fun to experience. The doctor gave me an over-the-counter  medication called Meclizine.

I began to fret about my vacation. I’m flying next week to visit my grandbaby, Napoleon. My imagination got carried away with full force. What if I get vertigo on the plane? What if I throw up? Fortunately, I do know they always have vomit bags on hand.

What if I can’t handle the person sitting next to me who has a strong fragrance of Lancôme or a musk scent from Wal-Mart?
Will they have to land the plane and drop me off? Will they do that just for me? What if I just don’t go? I won’t be able to redeem my plane fare that cost me an arm and a leg.

My thoughts got the best of me. I finally said, “God wants me to be happy and seeing Napoleon will bring me lots of happiness. I will surrender all. I will SHOW UP at the airport.”

At times you have to capture your fears by the tail and put them in a box.

Dear God,

I’m beginning to see the truth of “If you don’t have your health, you have nothing.”

In Matthew 9, verse 21, For she thought,
“If I can just touch his robe, I will be healed”

God, my request is for you to heal my inner ear.
Bless me with no more episodes of vertigo.
Make my ear work the way it was designed to.

For the rest of the world, bless those who have health problems. Make them whole. Turn things around for them and work your miracles.



Author: lolaguerrero

50 something, mother of two, married, grandson named Napoleon. Love to go to the gym, watch films, act, write, jog, walk 10 miles with my husband, wine and travel. I"m a double tall, NF latte with half a pump of mocha with whip cream.

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