Well, that was every bit as hellish as I feared it would be. I’m not fully fit having been a bit ill earlier in the week. I’ve also not been pounding out the miles for the past six months. So, though I managed to get us to the hospital in time for the appointment (half an hour too early so my pace wasn’t too shabby), I was feeling pretty weak along the way. Probably shouldn’t have done it but too late now… Had to ring a friend for a lift coming back. Not what I’d wanted since I’ve been trying to avoid households mixing but we all wore masks and by then I was happy for the help…
The upshot of all this: more tests but the doctor doesn’t think the vertigo is coming from my Mum’s dodgy right ear. Interesting fact: when the room spins horizontally, it’s probably the ear. When patterns start to climb up the wall, it’s probably something else. In this case, it’s probably arthritis in the neck, which takes me back to three weeks ago when I thought it was being caused by the neck.
The next step would, of course, be consulting a neck doctor but not for a while. Not only can’t I afford it, I need to recover from whatever bug flattened me the other day plus… Well, I need a little less stress. It’s been a awful few weeks…
