What is causing my dizzyness? The first doctor's visit
After almost a week of being dizzy every morning once again, I finally gave in and made myself a doctor’s appointment. Back in March, I had decided to find a doctor and go after my in-laws visit at the beginning of April. But of course, I had been fine since then and forgot all about it. How discouraging to be dizzy again this week. As I said earlier, it has probably been close to 15 years since I saw a general practitioner and that didn’t go well. After asking around, I finally found a friend who could recommend someone close by. Apparently I am not the only one who ignores my personal health. So on Thursday I made an appointment with Dr. Izabella Musial who is only about 10 minutes from my house.
Of course I was perfectly normal on Friday…and Saturday. I considered cancelling the appointment, figuring I had imagined the whole thing. Then Sunday morning it hit me again, this time waking me out of a deep sleep. As the waves washed over me and the room kept spinning for a few minutes, I knew I had made the right decision. It was time to find out if I had low blood pressure or something worse, and get it fixed. Monday morning wasn’t disappointing as I had a spell or two before the boys got up.
So off to the doctors it was. The office wasn’t hard to find and even the people in the waiting area with me seemed pleasant. I didn’t wait too long, which was nice, before the nurse came to get me for my vitals. She asked a lot of questions and didn’t comment on my blood pressure. (my first clue that this wasn’t the problem) While I waited in my room, which was warmly decorated, I noticed a couple of interesting books in the cabinet. In addition to a rather large physicians reference book there was also a guide to whole foods for healing, a book on natural medicine and a Purpose Driven Life devotional. Now I am not as excited about homeopathic medicine as some of my friends are, but I did find it oddly comforting to think that this doctor seemed willing to consider more than just conventional avenues of healing. What I understand from my naturalist friends is that this is not the norm. I was also surprised to find myself cheered to find a doctor who might have an understanding of the power of prayer in healing.
Dr. Musial soon arrived. She was petite and cheerful and I immediately felt comfortable with her. I was as thorough as I can be in describing my symptoms and she turned out to be a good listener. Her diagnosis surprised me. She suspects that I might be having seizures. In all the scenarios that had crossed my mind, this was not one of them. She did say it might be something else causing my dizzy spells, but she felt my symptoms told a story and she wanted me to see a neurologist to confirm her theory. In the meantime, she took some blood work to check my thyroid, organ function and to see if I might have anemia and asked me to make an appointment for a full physical and more blood work after fasting.
Now I was feeling pretty good at the time, and nothing she could do would bring on a dizzy spell so please don’t judge me too harshly when I say that I found “seizures” to be a delightfully dramatic word. To begin with, it legitimized my visit. I hate the idea of spending money on a doctor’s visit just to find out nothing is really wrong and it’s all in my head. (which it literally might be this time, but I’m talking about my imagination, which can be very active)
I didn’t even bother to ask what she suspected was causing these seizures. There didn’t seem much point in having something to worry about before we knew anything for sure. There are a couple of people in my family who are expert worriers, and while I am not one of them, it would be better if I didn’t have anything to tell them at this time. My mom has told me that I will live to a ripe old age because I don’t worry about anything, and those around me will die early worrying about me in my place. I just don’t see the point in it. Not only do I still think I’m indestructible and absolutely everything will turn out ok in the end, but I really do believe that God is in control of my life and nothing will happen to me that he can’t see me through. So at this point in time I was feeling pretty prepared to deal with whatever might come my way. Of course, this positive feeling didn’t last too long, but that is a story for another day.