About 2:00 a.m. on May 12, I woke up and the world was swimming around me. The room was moving in circles, up and down, sideways, and I was bewildered, never having experienced vertigo before. I stumbled to the bathroom, and things were no better so I awakened my wife. A half hour later, things were still no better so we called 911. The ambulance came and took me to the hospital where I remained for three days. I had every heart test possible, two MRIs, and numerous blood tests and other medical explorations. I was sent home with a diagnosis of vertigo. What I didn't expect was the length of time it would take me to get my balance back, feel reasonably normal, and be able to return to my usual activities. I talked to numerous people who have experienced vertigo, some who have chronic episodes of vertigo, and none required lengthy times to recover.
I worked with a physical therapist for two months on balance and strength exercises and then continued to work on my own. After about three months, I am finally seeing some genuine progress. I am not an optimist at heart, so I have been unfairly difficult as a patient for my wife to tolerate. Finally, I am feeling a sense of optimism that I may actually recover and return pretty much to my previous level of activity which, for someone nearly 82 years old, is not all that much activity. Yesterday I experienced three firsts: I went inside the grocery store and rounded up some groceries by myself with the aid of the grocery cart; I walked to the mailbox and retrieved the mail by myself; and I went to the barbershop and got a haircut by myself. I had to use a peg-leg walker for three months and am finally weaning myself off of that contraption and mostly use a cane and can walk short distances unaided.
For several months, I had neither the energy or the ability to sit at my computer and tend my blog, The Curmudgeonly Professor. During this time, the blog continued to wane until page view counts dwindled to practically nothing. At my best, I was averaging 170-200 page views per day. Now that I am trying to resurrect the blog, I have difficulty getting 50-60 page views per day, but I hope the numbers will rise. My photography has been mostly limited to photos I could take from my window and my deck of the mountains and the clouds. I hope you are not tired of them. I was having a fantastic dream one night and I usually don't remember anything I dreamed. For this dream, however, I saw a spectacular view and remarked to myself, in my dream, "I need to take a picture of this before I wake up." Imagine, if we could photograph our dreams.
All things considered, my wife reminds me, "it could have been worse." All of my major medical tests were passed with flying colors except for chronic a-fib. I'm happy to be back posting photos and finding some outlet for my improving energy and ambition levels, so please be patient. Thanks to all my faithful blog readers, many who have been with me for nearly seven years. As my neighbor told me at the mailbox this afternoon, "Isn't it strange how quickly we can fall, but how long it takes to mend." Amen to that. I am very thankful to still be going, and to be able to watch the incredible gifts of sky and mountain and nature every single day.