sign me up for medical school
After four days of mostly lying flat on my back (and not in a good way, believe me) I thought a second opinion might be in order and sought the advice of my favourite ENT (ear, nose and throat for those of you who never get sick) doctor on Thursday afternoon. An ENT is called a HNO in German. Hals-Nasen-Ohren means throat, nose (well, noses actually. What's up with that?) and ears. Funny how those things work. Who gets to decide on the body part order?
In dealing with German doctors, I find it useful to do some research beforehand so I can go in and say "Guten Tag Herr Doktor! This is what's wrong with me and this is what I'd like you to do about it." They like the directness and I get out of there faster. Some have even asked me if I'm a medical professional to which I reply "Well, no, but I do have an internet connection and a brain."
Dr. B, who is a pretty nice guy as far as ENT doctors go, heartily agreed with my BPPV self-diagnosis but wanted to do a balance test to rule out any other nasties having to do with the brain and such.
Have you ever had a balance test? It's now on my list somewhere between giving birth and jet lag.
If you enjoy having electrodes glued to your face, this test is for you. There's also the hard stream of warm air that they blow into each ear in turn to stimulate the organ responsible for balance. Whoah! If you weren't dizzy before, that'll do it for you. After that they check for nystagmus (involuntary eye movements that often go along with a vertigo attack) by giving you a pair of funny glasses to wear and making you do contortions in the examining chair. Mr. M, who more or less patiently stuck it out in the waiting room for an hour and a half, thought I'd never get out of there.
They did eventually release me from the torture chamber and yeah, it was BPPV all right. Dr. B gave me a spiffy brochure detailing the exercises required to dislodge those little calcium crystals. The various maneuvers involve flinging yourself about on the sofa three times a day to put the little beggars back where they belong. I'm feeling much, much better now. Still a little lightheaded however that should be over soon, I'm sure.
But take a look at this. Poor, poor Tommy Roe. Is it really just the girl or could it be BPPV?