Day Three
So here’s the thing, I’ve got Menieres disease – for a full
NHS sponsored description please see
In order to describe the day-to-day effects I will describe
a typical bedtime in the Player household...
It’s late, Mr P is already zonked out and snoring in front
of whatever we’ve put on the box, mini-P is having little doggy dreams under
the blanket and I am surfing around the internet. When... BAM... it’s dizzy o’clock.
The room spins and my head suddenly feels like it weighs 100
pounds. I hold onto the sofa and try to look normal while Mr P mumbles
incoherently and shuffles off to the bathroom. Now he’s gone I decide to try
and get myself into the bedroom and into bed with minimal fuss, without letting
Mr P know that it’s happening again. Unfortunately on this particular night
getting upright seems like too much of a challenge so, being resourceful, I
decide to crawl to the bedroom. Needless to say the whippet finds this
hilarious and bounces on my head a few times to help.
Of course I don’t always crawl. Most of the time I attempt
to walk. This isn’t overly successful...
In fact usually I bounce from corner to corner
like a homicidal pin ball. Plus I think I can guarantee that there isn’t a surface
in our home that I haven’t collided with at some point. Door handles are the
worst.
So, last night, I manage to crawl into the bedroom.
Unfortunately this isn’t the end of my quest. Now I need to figure out how I’m going
to get into bed. This sounds simple but I can’t quite remember which way is up.
So, I lie down. I’m still there ten minutes later when Mr P appears at the
doorway.
“Not again!” He sighs and reaches down to peel his wreck of
a wife up off the floor. He used to be quite gentle and caring but I think he’s
starting to take advantage. For instance the last few times he’s had to put me
into bed he’s started using a new ‘pirouette’ technique where he gets me under
the covers in a complicated flip and spin.
I’m not sure I approve.
My balance is wrecked; in the dark I’m worse than a drunken
double jointed contortionist in rough seas. I often feel sick and sometimes
even turning my head too quickly can make me feel like falling over. The worst
part is going to bed. I lie down; close my eyes, then floor opens up and the
bed drops like a ride at alton towers. It can take me a few goes before it
settles. I also have permanent tinnitus which varies. On a good night it just
sounds like the static ‘white noise’ you get off a T.V., on a bad night it’s a
veritable symphony of varying noises at various pitches.
There isn’t a lot I can do about it. I just live with the
symptoms and live with the fact that I can start a cluster of vertigo attacks
at any point. One day I will start to lose hearing in one or both ears.
I’m really not after sympathy. A lot of people put up with
far worse than I ever have. Yes it sucks but in the grand scheme of things I’m
lucky. Mr P is brilliant, supportive, caring and always able to laugh about it.
The thing is, sometimes I worry that I’m losing my femininity. Mr P has had to
care for me a lot, he has had to help me to the bathroom and even wash me on
occasion. So it’s important to me to still feel like I’m attractive.
So that has been today’s red lipstick challenge!
Today I have decided to beautify. This morning I made a pot
of tea and painted my nails.
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| Red, Naturally |
Then it was time to head to the beauticians to get waxed. I
hoped crossed my fingers and hoped that the red lipstick might stop it from hurting too much.
I was wrong...
Still after a day of pampering (fingernails, toenails,
eyebrows and waxing) I felt better. Red lipstick me likes feeling groomed, it
helps me to feel feminine and helps me to feel confident, even when a girl I
never met before is ripping my hair out at the follicles while I grimace and
move into ever-more humiliating positions.
Hopefully it’ll also mean that next time I wobble a lot and
fall over I’ll look like an attractive groomed drunk chick instead of an uncoordinated weeble. And fingers crossed my husband will still fancy me!
Mrs P
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P.S after my grooming session I decided to go home and have
some soup and a roll. Unfortunately my rolls were now in the dog bed...
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| They're rolls... don't be so childish |
And the dog was trying very hard to convince me it wasn’t
her....
But we made up :)
It's funny where we find our confidence. Mine is always having a bottle of water or a small piece of chocolate with me. Sounds all rather random I know. I can sympathise with feeling like the Mr has to do more for me than he should. xx
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