I was all set to celebrate my birthday. I've just finished a course of antibiotics and steroids so my chest is reasonable for the time being. But what happens? B....y vertigo! As I passed out during the attack, my husband rang 999. Four hours later an ambulance arrived, by which time I had stopped vomitting and was near enough ok again. The ambulance men were both very nice and very thorough, but I just wish they had been able to get to me sooner. My poor husband was in a right panic about me passing out, but it seems it may have been due to 'over stimulation of the vagal nerve' which can cause a sudden drop in blood pressure.
So, anyway, my birthday meal with the family went out of the window and so has our holiday. We were due to travel to Wiltshire tomorrow from Sussex but the Doctor I saw this morning advised against going. Bah! Humbug! Husband doesn't want to go as we would be in a fairly remote place away from doctors and hospitals. Can't say I blame him and I must say I'm still a bit shaky today so think it's the right decision to not go. But I'm still disappointed.
We were meant to be going with another couple but on Monday, the wife fell and broke her pelvis so is now in hospital. We were going to go anyway, but after 5 lots of vertigo this week, have decided that the odds are against it.
Do you ever feel the gods are conspiring against you?
Still, at least I'm not the one in hospital with a broken pelvis. Our poor friend is in for the long haul, I think. Bless her!