{"id":1754,"date":"2017-06-14T15:43:23","date_gmt":"2017-06-14T07:43:23","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/sanity-asylum.net\/blog\/?p=1754"},"modified":"2017-06-14T15:43:23","modified_gmt":"2017-06-14T07:43:23","slug":"bppv","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/sanity-asylum.net\/blog\/2017\/06\/14\/bppv\/","title":{"rendered":"BPPV"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>So yeah. \u00a0Last Monday (5th June 2017) night, I suddenly had a bout of BPPV. \u00a0While I was drifting off to sleep, I turned to my right and realised something was wrong &#8211; the room started spinning (even though my eyes were closed). \u00a0So, I shifted to lie on my left again, and the spinning slowed down significantly, and off I drifted to sleep.<\/p>\n<p>Fast forward one hour, my body was woken up by the extreme spinning &#8211; because I had unwittingly laid on my right again. \u00a0This time, even though I shifted back to lie on my left didn&#8217;t work anymore &#8211; the whole room just kept spinning. \u00a0I tried to sit up, walk, stand &#8211; it&#8217;s just the same. \u00a0It just spun non stop, to the point I was feeling extremely nauseous. \u00a0I was just thinking &#8211; okay should I wake my parents up to send me to the hospital?<\/p>\n<p>I forced my wobbly legs to move to get to the toilet &#8211; I don&#8217;t know how I did it, but I did find myself sitting on the toilet bowl, with both my legs trembling and quivering like crazy while I was trying hard not to vomit. \u00a0I finally forced my way back to the living room, and I leaned against the cabinet, debating with myself whether to wake my mom up or not. \u00a0Coincidentally, my dad saved me from making the decision by coming out of his room, and subsequently got the shock of his life to find me standing there in the dark, trembling.<\/p>\n<p>I kinda collapsed right there as he switched on the lights, simply because my legs wouldn&#8217;t support me anymore. \u00a0He quickly moved me to the couch, and woke my mom up. \u00a0After a while, I started vomiting. \u00a0I think that worried the hell out of my dad, so much so that he called the ambulance to get me to the hospital.<\/p>\n<p>Once I was there, the emergency staff gave me a jab to combat the giddiness, and sent me over to the waiting area to wait for a junior MO to see me. \u00a0I waited for a good 2 hours, and I was still feeling very giddy at that point. \u00a0So the junior MO saw me, made me explained what happened, went through all the &#8220;stroke tests&#8221;, took two big syringes of my blood and then sent me out to wait for another 2 hours. \u00a0So after 4 hours, she called me in again, and I was still giddy. \u00a0So she said she would ward me&#8230; and after yet ANOTHER 2 hours, the nurse finally called me over for warding registration. \u00a0Geeeez.<\/p>\n<p>And guess what? \u00a0Right after the paperwork is done&#8230;. my BPPV somewhat recovered. \u00a0Great. \u00a0Thanks. \u00a0\/s<\/p>\n<p>One hour after the paperwork was done, another MO came over to me and made me go through all the &#8220;stroke&#8221; tests again. \u00a0Aaaaaand, he took another one (or two?) syringes of blood from me AGAIN. \u00a0I had puked my dinner out, didn&#8217;t even had my breakfast yet, and I was having my period, and I got so much blood taken away from me. \u00a0Geez. \u00a0I told this MO that I did not feel giddy anymore, but he said I&#8217;d still have to stay in the hospital for at least a day, for observation.<\/p>\n<p>Resigned, I just slumped on the chair. \u00a0Yes, chair. \u00a0Even though I was officially &#8220;warded&#8221;, the hospital had ZERO bed vacancy and even the &#8220;waiting room&#8221; was full, and I was asked to wait at the &#8220;Transit Place&#8221; (aka holding area) where there&#8217;s no beds &#8211; just armchairs. \u00a0Oh, how helpful. \u00a0After dozing on and off for about two hours, a senior MO finally came over to assess my condition. \u00a0After I repeated my experience to her and telling her that I was okay now, she said that its just classic symptoms of BPPV and if I&#8217;m feeling all right, she sees no point in making me wait for a bed till god-knows-when. \u00a0I&#8217;M SO GLAD. \u00a0She made the MO write down notes to make sure the nurses didn&#8217;t send me up in case a bed is free, and she told me to stay in the holding area till lunch, and after I had lunch, she will discharge me if there&#8217;s no discomfort.<\/p>\n<p>So yup, I was hospitalised, warded, and discharged &#8211; all on the same day.<\/p>\n<p>The MO gave me medical leave for the entire week&#8230;. which of course, I took. \u00a0I still worked from home nonetheless, but being at home also gives me time and freedom alternating between work and games and radio-ing Dota2 matches, lol.<\/p>\n<p>One week after the ordeal, my thighs were suddenly aching so badly. \u00a0Maybe its the post trauma kicking in to the muscles&#8230; I don&#8217;t know. \u00a0Perhaps my body is just retarded, somehow&#8230;. let&#8217;s hope it&#8217;s just muscle strain or anemia, nothing serious!<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>So yeah. \u00a0Last Monday (5th June 2017) night, I suddenly had a bout of BPPV. \u00a0While I was drifting off to sleep, I turned to my right and realised something was wrong &#8211; the room started spinning (even though my eyes were closed). \u00a0So, I shifted to lie on my left again, and the spinning<span class=\"excerpt-ellipsis\">&#8230;<\/span><\/p>\n<p><a class=\"more-link\" href=\"https:\/\/sanity-asylum.net\/blog\/2017\/06\/14\/bppv\/\" itemprop=\"url\">Continue Reading<\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":""},"categories":[10],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-1754","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-health"],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/s5BeXn-bppv","jetpack_likes_enabled":true,"jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/sanity-asylum.net\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1754","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/sanity-asylum.net\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/sanity-asylum.net\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/sanity-asylum.net\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/sanity-asylum.net\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=1754"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/sanity-asylum.net\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1754\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":1755,"href":"https:\/\/sanity-asylum.net\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1754\/revisions\/1755"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/sanity-asylum.net\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=1754"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/sanity-asylum.net\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=1754"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/sanity-asylum.net\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=1754"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}