The Day The World Started Spinning...

One day the world started to spin so ferociously that I couldn’t do a thing. Just lying down was scary, and whenever I changed my position, I had to vomit. My husband called the nightshift of the doctor’s practice.

“Probably a cold on your equilibrium organ” was the diagnosis by phone. “You may buy a medicine against nausea and vomiting, and let it heal naturally.” Okay, a couple of days in bed and it would all blow over. The pills helped against the vomiting, and slowly the world was getting into a slow spin. I was certain I would be better soon.

The next evening things got from bad to worse. I felt terrible, worse than I had ever felt before. We called the doctor’s post again.”I understand your concern, but it is really something that heals by itself. Only when you get paralyzed in your face, you have to call us immediately.” When I had to get to the bathroom at 11 PM, I noticed I couldn’t move my leg. A leg is not a face, so I didn’t think of calling the doctor’s again. At 4 am the next day my left arm stopped moving, too. I was so tired that I fell asleep first. When I woke up I was really concerned now and we called again.

At about 7 AM we called the doctor and said we really wanted to see a doctor in person at our home, and soon. ”The doctor is visiting patients” was the answer – “we make sure you are the next patient in line”. Hubby decided he could jump into the shower so he would be decent to answer the door when the doctor came. Within three minutes after our call, an ambulance arrived. Husband in shower (doesn’t hear anything) and paralysed wife in bed screaming her lungs out of her body. My left arm and leg refused to do anything. Hubby answered the door and with a refreshing speed I was hooked on to all kinds of medical equipment by the ambulance medical technician. In the meantime the firebrigade arrived and my bedroom was filled with 10 unfamiliar men. “Mam, this is probably the first time you have had so many men n your bedroom” one of the firemen joked. I had to laugh in this surreal situation. After a short consultation between the medical- and the firemen (Out of the window? Carrying down the stairs?) I was carried on the shoulders of the firemen down the stairs and into the ambulance. The neighbors came running out of their houses and said they would take care of the kids. Hubby had to follow the ambulance in our own car. Shut the doors, and your mouth too.

Annemieke Annemieke
46-50, F
Sep 16, 2012