I remember clearly the first bout of vertigo that hit me. It was early morning and I was walking down the hallway to my bedroom. Out of the blue the world tilted and a wave of nausea hit me. I broke out into a sweat and my heart started pounding. What was going on?
I walked into the bedroom and sat on the bed, hoping it would pass. It didn’t. Fifteen minutes later I could barely walk I was so dizzy – the room was spinning and I would soon be suffering from vomiting and diarrhea. It was a miserable two hours before the world started to right itself. [Read more…]