IT’S BEEN A YEAR. No other words exist to define 2023, a year in which I’ve been overwhelmed by fall-out from a virus in early January. Although I self-tested negative twice for COVID, my primary care doctor suspects I did, indeed, have COVID given the neurological and other issues I’ve experienced since then. I fully agree.
This is my story, one that needs to be shared so that others understand just how viruses affect some of us. This story needs to be shared also to offer hope to others. This story needs to be shared, too, so that anyone who is ill thinks twice about going to work, the grocery store, church, concerts, family gatherings or elsewhere, thus exposing others to infectious diseases.
To tell my story, it’s necessary to give some background. In 2005, at the age of 48, I caught whooping cough. I was sick, really sick, for three months. Gasping for air sick. Coughing until my stomach hurt sick. Exhausted, unable to sleep. In 2011, I lost the hearing in my right ear due to a virus. My body, for whatever reason, does not handle bacterial and viral infections well.
And then came January 2023, and the virus that would change my life.
IN THE BEGINNING
Symptoms started with feeling off-balance, off-kilter, as if I was fighting the world just to be upright. I waited to see my doctor, thinking (like most of us do) that I would get better. I didn’t. I, in fact, got worse. I experienced a bout of vertigo, a rapid heart rate, high blood pressure, all new and troubling symptoms. I felt like I’d been slapped on the right side of my head, a feeling that persisted for many months. And when I tried to sleep, my legs practically ran a marathon in bed.
My primary care physician acknowledged early on that his ability to help me was limited. But he listened, tried…and sent me to an ear/nose/throat doctor for an evaluation. To even get through these medical appointments was a struggle. I had to close my eyes to converse. I felt overly-anxious and agitated, also new symptoms. I was, by then, feeling ear pain, fullness, pressure and tinnitus. I couldn’t sleep. My head hurt. My fingertips hurt. I couldn’t handle screen time. Eventually I would see a neurologist, undergo a CT scan, then an MRI of my brain to rule out a tumor or anything else. It was as if my body was being assaulted.
I felt overwhelmed. I struggled sometimes to find the right words. “Why can’t I talk?” I asked Randy. My brain seemed to be malfunctioning, misfiring, miscommunicating. My neurological system was under siege. My memory, which has always been stellar, was (and remains) affected.
MAJOR SENSORY OVERLOAD
But the symptom which proved particularly debilitating was sensory overload. I couldn’t tolerate light or noise. I sat in the recliner, living room curtains drawn, body folded into the fetal position. No sound except the ringing in my own ears. I rocked 100 miles an hour, occasionally arose to pace the floor, stretched putty left from previous occupational therapy. Nothing calmed my body or mind. All I wanted was darkness, quiet, nothing stimulating entering my brain.
I struggled to get through Easter dinner at our house, missed my grandchildren’s birthday parties and a niece’s baby shower. Most heartbreaking of all was missing my son’s graduation with his master’s degree. I couldn’t handle the long road trip to Indiana, sit through the ceremony at Purdue. I couldn’t even manage grocery shopping; too much white noise from coolers and too much visual stimulation. Phone calls proved taxing, any conversation difficult. I was primarily housebound except for trips to the clinic and one to the ER following an allergic reaction to an unknown something. By then I’d been diagnosed with Meniere’s Disease and vestibular neuritis.
And then came the morning I brushed my teeth, the mint taste so overwhelming that I spit out the toothpaste. Rather than losing my sense of taste, mine intensified. For a week, until I saw my doctor (who added peripheral sensory neuropathy to my diagnoses) and got a prescription to settle my nervous system, I could eat only the blandest of foods. Oatmeal. Soda crackers. Graham crackers. I lost nine pounds in five days. Overall, I’ve lost 25 pounds this year. I’m OK with losing that weight, but don’t recommend this weight loss method. I went through a lengthy period of eating only a few bites of food at a meal.
All of this I experienced following COVID. Plus a rash and hair loss, either from the virus or from anti-anxiety meds. Nearly a year out from the virus, I am in a much better place. It took five months of vestibular rehab therapy, time and a lot of hard work to get here. Next up, I will write about retraining my brain, learning to manage my symptoms and how I found my way back to semi “normal.”
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NOTE: I’ve been asked by several people whether the COVID vaccine caused my neurological and other issues since I am fully-boosted and vaccinated. No. My health problems began when I had that January virus, thought to be COVID. Had I not been vaccinated and boosted, I firmly believe I would have ended up in the hospital, perhaps even died. Negative comments about the vaccine and boosters will not be posted on this, my personal blog.
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