Vestibular Therapy: There is Hope – Day 3 of 3

so it continues…..

eye and neck exercises

to prevent migraines

I hadn’t realized that my episodes of vertigo (a loose term, they tell me) are actually vestibular migraines. Everyone has different triggers and prompters, but mine seem to be rooted in eye fatigue from the computer, along with stress and anxiety (also a loose term, they say) that manifests in my cervicogenic (neck) muscles and creates tension that produces vestibular migraines, which is what I have described as a pressure headache. For me, it’s a disorienting pressure in my head that feels like my brain has gas but has no release valve like a stomach does. Light, temperature, and swift movement also seem to be factors that can trigger an episode.

One remedy that seems to work is dry needling, similar to acupuncture. Because the muscles in my neck get super tight, this process works by injecting a needle to spark the muscle to twitch, which in turn causes it to relax, relieving pressure and increasing the range of motion in my neck. I’m an instant fan of this technique – – a true believer. I have experienced its relief firsthand and appreciate the natural approach to treatment without using medicines and chemicals to treat it.

My therapy exercises are growing, and I was given a portal app with video exercises that play right on my phone. I installed the app, and I do the following exercises (10 repetitions each), which are linked below on YouTube :

Seated Gaze Stabilization with Head Rotation

Seated Upper Trapezius Stretch

Seated Levator Scapulae Stretch

Seated Gaze Stabilization with Head Nod

Seated Gaze Stabilization with Head Rotation

Seated Vertical Smooth Pursuit

Seated Horizontal Smooth Pursuit

Seated Horizontal Saccades

Seated Vertical Saccades

Cervical Extension AROM with Strap

Additionally, I am using a neck massage device for about 15 minutes each evening to loosen my muscles and try to help ease the tension. I wear blue light glasses for extended computer use and practice the eye fatigue movement of placing my palms over my eyes and looking directly into the darkness of the middle of my hands with my eyes wide open for about 5 seconds in 5 repetitions. This has helped already, just having the quick pause to reorient.

I wanted to share the secrets in case anyone out there can benefit from the things I am learning about managing vertigo.

There is hope.

Yes, there is hope.

Happy Howl’o’ween from The Johnson Funny Farm, our rural farm in middle Georgia!

Welcome, Great Pumpkin! Raising a mug with a favorite famous dog to you today! Celebrate big.

Vestibular Therapy: A Day of Vertigo – Day 2 of 3

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and so it is~

I do eye exercises and count

and I feel hope at last……

My vestibular therapist asked me what my vertigo looks like. “Describe an episode from beginning to end,” she prodded.

Here’s how mine goes:

I cannot predict it. I have no warning. If there are any warnings or triggers or signs, I want to know what they are. I want to function through it and have ways of shirking it off so that I can go to work and live my normal day.

Mine has, every time except once when I was dressing windows on the town square in a heated area that was not the same level of the ground, begun in the morning as soon as I open my eyes. If I gaze at the corner of the ceiling, the room whooshes up like a freefalling rollercoaster – – up, up, up. Never like the tilt-a-whirl that spins (although it can be a bit like a storm tossed boat at times) or the Tower of Terror that is like an elevator that has lost all control and randomly takes you to the top floor and drops back to the fifth and raises to seven and drops to floor. No, my world just goes up, up, up. Constant upness, along with nausea – the kind that sticks around even though you wish you could throw up and move on.

The only way to handle the day is to close my eyes and try to stop the movement. They call this eye movement nystagmus, and it creates all sorts of symptoms, including a pressure headache that isn’t stabbingly painful but is annoying and uncomfortable and can leave you feeling on edge like the world is a big bubble about to burst wide open.

I can’t drive. I can’t work. I don’t get dressed. I have to steady myself to get to the restroom and back to bed, and that is all I can do. Watching television is out of the question – that is just torture to try to see something and focus. Reading is impossible. Even listening to an audiobook is quite nauseating trying to put mental focus on anything. I feel like I’m moving even when my eyes are closed, and if I’m fortunate enough to get to where I can feel still, I don’t dare do anything to set it in motion again – – I just sit with my eyes closed and breathe. All. Day. Long.

The way it goes away is with a full night of sleep. A nap doesn’t do it – it has to be extended sleep as an overnight length.

And after that, the next morning, I’m back to me again. I get dressed, eat breakfast, and drive to work……and wonder when the next episode will be.

Fortunately, I now have hope for turning things around through vestibular therapy. I’ll share some of the exercises I’m doing in tomorrow’s post. For now, I’m focusing on a purple popsicle stick with an M on it, moving it right and left and up and down, tracking it with my eyes while I hold my head still. And I’m counting to ten.

Vestibular Therapy: A Thick Slice of Questions – Day 1 of 3

and so it begins:

vestibular therapy

hold on for the ride…….

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I began vestibular therapy for vertigo last week after a five year ride of progressing intensity and frequency, and the older I get, the more I realize I’m my mother’s daughter. Mom suffered migraines most of her life – the kind where she had to go to her room, draw the blinds, put on an eye mask and take to the bed for the day in complete stillness. We had to be completely silent and not move around the house where she could hear our steps or our talking or breathing. .

My father, still living, has had bouts of vertigo from time to time throughout his life, his episodes bringing dizziness and nausea. He does not have headaches with his.

So I come to this psychedelic DNA altar honestly.

I answered all the hundreds of questions to help them fine-tune my triggers.

Yes, I’ve done some of the exercises I watched on YouTube. I have tried the Epley maneuver and it only makes me sicker and does not stop the movement. I use an Iso Cool pillow, have used one since 2008 and replaced it several times and they don’t make them like they used to – and yes, I’ve tried every kind of pillow out there. I sleep on a memory foam mattress, the kind that arrives in a box you have to cut open and watch rise like dough for 48 hours. I have four inches of memory foam toppers on top of that. I fight three dogs and a husband for space in that bed most nights. Bags…. let’s see, I carry a leather tote bag always on my left shoulder, rarely my right. That’s for work. I usually wear either a leather backpack or a canvas one with RTID if I’m going out for the day on a personal excursion, but only the tote bag is overloaded. No regular traditional purse for me. I do not eat a gluten-free diet (yet, anyway, but it sounds like I might be Googling that up when I get home). I prefer cloudy days to sunny ones – always have – the darker and stormier the better, probably because I don’t feel guilty reading on those days. I prefer cooler temperatures to warmer ones but I like to wrap up and find warmth in the cold. I sleep on my sides, my stomach, my back – wherever I can find sleep. I don’t have sleep apnea or snore unless I have a nasal cold. I take Melatonin to help me relax, and it helps me get to sleep but not stay asleep. Heck yes, my work life is stressful, and I use a computer a lot, especially during data windows where I’m disaggregating data in spreadsheets for days on end. I do have blue light glasses just for that. Yes, I work directly under a fluorescent light in a cubicle. No, I have not adjusted my computer light to low with the yellow glow, but I’ll add that to the list of to-dos. I do carry stress in my neck and feel eye fatigue. Yes, my home life is pretty quiet. Just my husband and me, our three spoiled brat schnoodles, and a lot of writing and reading with early dinners just like all the rest of the old folks we know – it is a place of peace, not triggering any headaches. And yes, I get at least 8 hours of sleep at night.

Yes, I get nausea. The kind I wish I could throw up and get it over with, but it takes hold and won’t turn loose.

Yes, I get a headache with my vertigo, but I must distinguish between the pressure headache and the painful headache. My vertigo headache is not the one with localized throbbing pain. My vertigo headache is a pressure headache – weird and uncomfortable, but distinctly different from the headache that comes at 3:00 like clockwork for some, on the heels of a day that was over the top. Describe the pressure headache? Sure. Please excuse my TMI here, but it’s like my brain has gas and gets bloated and there’s no valve. My right eye goes wonky like it pulls down a little like maybe that’s where a tight balloon is tied off and yet there’s no valve to release any of the pressure because I can’t let it out through my ear.

Describe a day of vertigo and what that’s like? That’s a post for tomorrow.

I’ll share my journey so far across 3 days this week, because I’ve learned more in two hours than in all the past 5 years put together.

Special thanks to Two Writing Teachers at Slice of Life

The Goodness of Green Nonet


a goddess of the goodness of green

gave great guidance in goading me

to getting a gulpable

quarter-gallon of glug

(it’s good for the gut)~

I did not gag

I’m just glad

it’s all

gone

He Who Must Be Announced

on days I come home for lunch to let

the schnoodles out, two rush the door

tails wagging, sniffing my shoes to check

for signs of where I’ve been for what

must seem like weeks to them in dog time

but one stays on the bed, ears perked,

staring me down in this regular routine

tail wagging, regarding me as a mere

servant of minimal importance who has

just strolled upon his highness by chance,

awaiting his expectation of me:

he likes to be announced

and so I throw my hands up high

overhead, Hallelujah-church-style,

tilt my head back in a trumpet call

shake my palms like tambourines

and in a voice of frenzied excitement

to an imaginary kingdom of commoners

peering up at us on the castle balcony

from outside the gated grounds below

as if I’ve just noticed him sitting there

with his self-soothing chew turtle I proclaim:

oh, look! it’s my Fitzie! Fitzie, come on!

(and he knows the difference between

my on pronounced like own and his

dad’s on pronounced like ahn

and he prefers mine said my certain way)

then down the little foam bed stairs

he regally trots to go outside to

gently lift a leg, this mighty

miniature aging soul dog of mine,

whose leg the rescue managed

to save primarily because of his

spirited will to live and rule, this royal brat

who forgets he was once a

stray on the streets looking for

love, this canine son of ours who

knows he found a throne

among his people

Resist

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never eat a free

Mexican taste testing lunch

of new recipes

and think you’ll get a

good night’s sleep because you won’t

(neither will your spouse)

Making Soup


what is it about

making soup that brings comfort?

heartiness, warmth, taste?

when days feel untied

I take out the steel kettle

fire the front burner

pour in chicken stock

add vegetables and spices

let it simmer……..breathe

Write the Poem: Day 5 of 5 of The October Open Write

Our host today for the last day of our October Open Write is Donnetta Norris of Arlington, TX. She shares her inspiration and process, which you can read below or here.

She encourages writers to write a poem on a theme using word associations. I’ll be hosting the first day of the November Open Write on November 16, so I’m using the day to set the stage for my prompt on that day – an invitation to a fantasy writing retreat in a location of the poet’s choice in a list style format, offering location, a snack, a companion critter, a writing utensil, an outfit, and a gift for everyone. Come join Donnetta today at http://www.ethicalela.com, and then November 16, return and join me as well. We’re having all kinds of fun!

An Invitation

save the date: November 16

you may choose to arrive by stretch limousine

we’ll be gathering in style for a writer’s retreat

whether castle or cabin or on your own street

we’ll spend the day writing in fantasy places

day one: a packing list poem ~ what’s in our suitcases?

so gather your words ~ select them with flair

I’ll be the door greeter to welcome you there!

you’ll need your location and writing utensil

something to wear, and perhaps a spare pencil

we’ll all need a critter (think Hogwarts style)

and a snack to share to write all the while

and then let’s bring one thing – a gift for the group

something to make us all laugh, cry, or hoot

what’ll it be? oh, I can’t wait to see ~

here’s a basket of tickets – take some – they’re free!

let’s keep Donnetta’s theme words sparking and growing

return in November, keep writing ongoing!

Paint Chip Poems: Day 4 of the October Open Write

with special thanks to Two Writing Teachers at Slice of Life

Seana Hurd Wright of Los Angeles is our host for Day 4 of October’s Open Write at http://www.ethicalela.com.

Seana shares her process, which you can read fully here, or the synopsis here: Choose 4 -8 colors and brainstorm names of the many synonyms and color shades that are similar to the ones you chose. Write a poem or short story, in any form, using colors and as much figurative language as you’d like. I decided to choose two main colors, red and blue.  Then I selected various shades and hues that compliment them.  Then I selected a topic and enjoyed playing with words.  

I took my inspiration from a friend’s Facebook post. He shared photos of a long-held tradition in Bluffton, South Carolina, a town where I used to live. Each October, a gathering of paddlers all dress as witches and take to the waterways at sunset to greet autumn in style. It’s quite a sight to see, full of color and peaceful festivity. This year, a tour boat passed by and someone on the boat blasted the song “Witchy Woman” as they passed, bringing laughter and setting the mood.

Witches’ Paddle

On October Sunset they ride

Onyx-caped waterproof witches

paddle out on Supermoon tide

admiring autumn’s swell riches

photo taken from a friend’s Facebook post