#Chronic vertigo

[recovery-is-brutal]

Honestly? If something helps you, use it. You don’t have to be chronically ill or disabled. If it helps, you can use it.

I used to force myself to stand while showering, shaving, brushing my teeth, folding laundry. Why though? If sitting makes the task easier, I’m allowed to do it.

I used to love going on long walks and even hikes before I started feeling so weak and out of breath all the time. The experience was soured by my chronic pain. And you know what? I started looking for a large stick to use as a cane every time my friends take me on a hike. They laugh at me. So what? It makes the experience better for me.

I don’t have to wear tight clothes that make me feel like I’m suffocating. If I look 20% less attractive in my comfy sweater and baggy pants, who cares? Who am I trying to impress? Isn’t it better to be 20% more comfortable instead?

Why force myself to overeat if it makes me sick? Please pack up the rest for me so I can eat it later. It’s not that I hate your cooking, I’m respecting my body’s needs. Why force myself to stay awake when I need rest? Let’s continue having fun tomorrow, when I have the brain capacity to do so.

Respect your body. Respect your limits. I know it fucking sucks when you’re not able to do the things you could do in the past anymore. It sucks losing that life quality, probably forever. But you can make your suffering a bit more bearable. Please do so.

[bugtoast]

Happy disability pride month

[cannibal-nightmares]

i have been guerilla warfare-ing my vertigo. I didn't think that .1 second of fear could be eliminated, but my reactions to it really have been reduced to "are you kidding me? piss off." and just straight up ignoring it until it goes away instead of readjusting to immediately please it

[th3-r4t-k1ng]

So, I've been struggling with random bouts of dizziness for the past 3 and a half years

we still know next to nothing about why it's happening. My doctor says its most likely chronic vertigo.

The last few years have been a massive shift, i randomly get dizzy without much of a reason. My absences at school have sky rocketed, i cant do some of the things i loved to do as much or at all anymore, and i've had to skip out on hanging out with friends as much.

I feel like a burden to my friends, families and partners, its so frustrating and i dont feel disabled enough??

my parents keep telling me to change my diet by like cutting out stuff like sugar, be more active, especially the last one. Im a big kid, so theres a lot of blaming my health issues on my weight.

I get the solutions , but its so hard to be active when the world will sometimes just start spinning around you, and i've tried multiple diets. Nothings working.

Im frustrated as hell with everything and im just ranting and looking for advice???

im just struggling.

[living-dead-dyke]

shout out to my cane users that use them for balance! be it vertigo or some other disorder, or just being a fall risk!! ur like me i love you

[life-to-the-seed]

Nothing like a flare-up before bed to make you feel alive

[calibabii21]

Thank you so much for reblogging my spoonie/chronically ill poll post!

I truly appreciate it, Z! I also love that you wrote atopic dermatitis because I have hella experience with that 😭

I hope you’re doing well friend, sending you hugs, kissies and all positive energy✨💕

naaauuurrrr literally thank you Xime for even posting it! the fatigue and vertigo have been especially bad this past week and it’s been such a struggle to get understanding and sensitivity from my parents🥹

Atopic Dermatitis aka Eczema🤢 is something my sisters and I have dealt with our entire lives and now my nephews struggle with it too- one of which is on the spectrum 😭 so I really pray for my future children and grands and so on and so forth.

sometimes something as simple as walking down the hall triggers it and boom; itchy legs and inflamed feet. had a severe— and I mean s e v e r e flare up in 2022, I’m surprised I even had the confidence and security to walk out of the house and wear some of the things I did. I wouldn’t wish anything like that on my worst enemy.

anyway— thank you bbyyyyyy, you are stho appreciated😭🫶🏾

[greenlaut]

[WIP] altair wake up your rival is bringing you tea and dates

[retrogradedreaming]

okay, inspired by @dragon-spaghetti's chronic pain Husk headcanons, I present Angel with atypical migraines

Angel getting knocked off balance after a few grueling weeks at the studio (because stress makes them worse), but like with the kind of vertigo that makes you feel like you're floating and untethered, but not spinning

Husk notices when something's off because Angel will stand up from the bar and pause with a hand outstretched before he starts walking, like he needs to recalibrate real quick

he lays on top of Husk with his face in Husk's chest because it's dark and then he'll forbid Husk from moving because that makes it worse, so Husk just kinda rests a hand on his back while they cuddle

[gabbagepatch]

I need to meet more people with vestibular disorders!! I feel like nobody gets what I'm talking about when I vent lol like I sound ridiculous.

"Someone said something but I couldn't hear because of the Screeching™"

"I bent over and immediately threw up, yeah my ear decided I was actually upside down lol"

"Flashing lights make my ears hurt."

Where are my people?!

[mydetheturk]

Had a bad migraine & vertigo today, decided to Project. Have Wolfwood Dealing With Vertigo and being Annoyed about it. (If it goes up on ao3 I'll make a post later💜🦑) (if you see any mistakes no you don't 💜)

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Wolfwood wakes with his head full of static and his limbs full of lead. He and Meryl and Vash had drank the night before, celebrating something that Wolfwood can't really remember now. All Wolfwood knows is he desperately needs to piss and he's too goddamn hot under the blanket with Meryl clinging to his back.

He tosses the blanket off, pushes himself upward, swings his legs around –

And finds himself on the floor, too dizzy to stay up.

Wolfwood wheezes at the landing. He's dense, heavy with muscle and Eye augmentations, so the landing is loud, louder than he'd ever admit.

Wolfwood is still staring at the wall in confusion when he hears a noise above him. Turning his head, he sees Meryl peeking over the side of the bed.

"Wolfwood? What happened?" She sounds just this side of freaked out, so Wolfwood tries to answer.

"Dizzy," he grunts.

He doesn't get any further when the door opens up, Vash looking panicked.

"Are both of you okay?" he yelps.

Wolfwood rolls onto his back, and while his vision doesn't swim, he's pretty sure if he tries to sit up again he's not making it. His balance is shot, and he doesn't actually know what's causing it yet. He could be dying? Maybe? He doesn't think so, is pretty sure that if he were dying there'd be a lot more bullets and he'd be vomiting up his own blood, but what does Wolfwood know, anyway?

"Nick's down," Meryl says. She pushes herself up. "Over here."

Vash carefully steps around the bed and kneels beside Wolfwood. "Hey, you okay?" he asks. He doesn't touch but he's hovering, and Wolfwood hates it, hates this weakness.

"Dizzy. Fulla lead," is what Wolfwood answers. "Help me up, gotta piss." He pushes his shoulders down, pressing his chest up into Vash's touch inhumanly hot touch. A touch like that could leave scorch marks if Vash wasn't so gentle with Wolfwood.

Vash curls his hands under Wolfwood's ribcage, scooping him up so Wolfwood is seated. He goes to press his hand to Wolfwood's forehead and hesitates. "Meryl?"

She presses her hand to Wolfwood's forehead instead. "Well he's not warm. You sure you're not hungover?" She's teasing, but she's a little serious as well.

"I think I can hold my liquor a little better than that," Wolfwood says.

Vash rumbles against Wolfwood's side, pressing their cheeks together. Wolfwood relaxes into his touch. It would have been unthinkable even six months ago. "I was going to wake the two of you," he interrupts before they can devolve into bickering. "We can't head out today."

Wolfwood makes a noise and Meryl looks at him with suspicion.

"A sandstorm hit last night," Vash explains. He rolls up to his feet, pulling Wolfwood with him as though Wolfwood weighs nothing. "Spoke to the innkeeper about keeping our room until it passes through." Wolfwood's sense of balance is a little too shot right now to smack Vash for it, but Meryl pokes Vash in the side for him. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I know. But it's a pretty bad one. Another group checked in just before it hit, apparently. Storm was full of lightning."

Ah.

Wolfwood isn't dying.

Wolfwood is just suffering the other side effects of the Eye's experiments. Too sharp senses were one thing – and now that Vash has pointed it out, Wolfwood can hear the sand rattling against the shutters – and he can usually cope with them using his sunglasses, ear plugs he'd stolen from a former colleague's team, and a steady stream of cigarettes and/or suckers.

The way sandstorms on Noman's Land blow through towns – and during the time of the year they're most common – ruins Wolfwood's balance. He doesn't think the doctors ever got a clear answer for that one, just knows it happened way back at Hopeland too. It irritated Chapel to no end, that his star pupil was so debilitated by the sandstorms. Wolfwood always had to be careful during sandstorm season, and even during the off seasons, pushing himself beyond his limits to keep Chapel's approval.

Wolfwood grunts.

"Ah, yeah. Sorry." Vash shifts Wolfwood so that he can get Wolfwood's arm over his shoulders. "Water closet?"

"'Water closet.' You're so old fashioned," Wolfwood scoffs. 

Meryl titters a little but sits up properly, now fully awake. "What time is it even?" she asks. "It feels early but…" 

It's dark in their hotel room. It's probably the sandstorm, though, and Wolfwood is glad they're in a town.

"Late enough I got most of my morning routine done," Vash says. "You two were exhausted. We can get breakfast in a bit."

He lets Vash help him to the bathroom of their inn room, takes a few minutes to recompose himself. Wolfwood's not eating, not this morning. He should, and he will, but that's a later problem. The lump caught in his throat from the vertigo won't let him, nor does he think he'll be able to keep it down. He might be able to manage some porridge or maybe toast if the inn's tavern has any bread this morning.

Meryl's mostly dressed by the time Wolfwood's recomposed himself, and Vash used the communal showers before coming back into their room, so he's clean & freshly dressed as well.

Wolfwood's the problem today. As much as it chafes, he lets them help him suit up. Usually it's the other way round, stripping one another of their clothes, trying not to tear anything in their haste.

Their hands still linger on Wolfwood's skin, though, Meryl circling her hands around Wolfwood's biceps to buckle his sleeve garters, and Vash feeling him up while tucking in his shirt, chest to back with Wolfwood. 

It has him a little on edge, but his limbs are full of lead and he can't move without swaying. He's glad he doesn't have to hide this weakness from them, that they care for him despite it.

Wolfwood is dreading the stairs to the first floor. He's grateful they're only on the second – this inn has three.

"Ready to brave the rest of the inn?" Vash asks. He and Meryl are on either side of Wolfwood, Vash's arm slung behind his shoulders and Meryl's arm around Wolfwood's hips.

Wolfwood grunts. He's not. He's going to, but he's not.

Meryl headbutts his ribs lightly. "Half an hour? Then we can come back up and cuddle?" she offers.

"I reserve the right to kick one of you in the shin to get me back up here if my head starts acting up," Wolfwood says. He'll kick Vash in the shin. Lightly, cause he doesn't actually want to hurt Vash, nor does Wolfwood think his shoes could actually do the Plant any damage, but he'll do it.

Vash chuckles and nuzzles Wolfwood's jaw as though he knows Wolfwood's plans. Fucker. "Alright. Let's get you downstairs and get some food in you?"

Wolfwood crinkles his nose. "If you do." Vash makes a face, sharp teeth bared for the room to see. "Needle-noggin, I swear to God."

"If you take something for your vertigo," Vash says lightly, his eyes flashing a deeper than usual blue. "We should have something that'll work in the first aid kit, you just need to eat first."

Wolfwood narrows his eyes. He knows what meds Vash is talking about, and hates how much more like lead his body feels when he takes them.

They shouldn't have to run, though. They're going to be downstairs for half an hour and then right back up here. Wolfwood is going to be useless if they had to run anyway, body made of lead and head stuffed full of worms.

He concedes the point. "Fine."

"Wonderful. Let's go before they stop serving breakfast foods." Meryl tugs on Wolfwood's waist, just a bit, unbalancing him slightly. He overcorrects, landing in Vash's arms.

Vash scoops Wolfwood up entirely while Wolfwood tries to get his vision to stop swirling and his stomach to settle. "Looks like I'm carrying you today," Vash teases.

"Fucker," Wolfwood breathes. He clings to Vash and buries his face in Vash's neck, ignoring how Meryl coos at him.

Vash chitters in his throat for a couple of seconds and then moves, and it takes everything in Wolfwood's training to not tense up against Vash and to stay limp to make it easier on him. The stairs are a harrowing nightmare that Wolfwood almost – almost – demands to be put down upon arriving at. But Vash just rearranges Wolfwood and carries him down.

Meryl makes an appreciative noise at the sight.

Wolfwood flips her off.

Vash settles Wolfwood at a table while Meryl hurries to the bar to get them breakfast – thomas eggs, something like the grits Wolfwood ate at Hopeland, and some sort of vegetation that might have actually been grown. He gets down most of the grits Meryl got for him, and all of the vegetation. The eggs he passes on to Vash with a pathetic look. Vash stares unblinking at him for a minute before accepting them. Wolfwood supposed one of them has to eat today, and he can't get much more than what he's managed.

An extra bowl of grits makes its way to their table and Wolfwood eyes them suspiciously.

"I might have mentioned you being ill to the innkeeper's daughter," Meryl admits. "You'll need it later, Nick."

Nick can't say no to that, so he slumps in the chair and Vash pats his back, hand lingering between Wolfwood's shoulder blades.

"Alright," Vash says, "back to the room to cuddle?"

"Yeah, I guess."

"Yep."

Vash gets Wolfwood back upstairs while Meryl dips into their collective hotel money stash to pay for breakfast, bringing the extra bowl up with her.

When she makes it back up, Wolfwood is on the bed and Vash is digging through the first aid kit.

Wolfwood's already kicked his shoes off, and she does the same before sitting on the bed beside his hips.

"How's your head?" she asks.

Wolfwood has his arm slung over his face. He wiggles his free hand.

"Almost fell back down the stairs," Vash pipes up. Wolfwood flips him off. "But we got in here no problem. Could you fill a glass while I dig?"

Meryl fills a glass half-full with water from their tiny bathroom sink and sets it on the table beside the bed. She's down for cuddles as soon as Vash can get the meds into Wolfwood.

Vash emerges victorious, holding up a small vial with a label on the side in Wolfwood's handwriting that just says Vertigo.

Wolfwood sighs, and lets Meryl pull him up so he can drink his water and take a couple of pills.

"Hate this," he grumbles. "Hate how heavy this shit makes me feel."

Meryl kisses his forehead. "We've got you," she says. She and Vash lay him down, Meryl tucked in on one side and Vash tucked in on the other.

"Let us take care of you for once," Vash adds. Wolfwood bares his teeth, but melts into the bed once both of them are settled. Vash noses the side of his neck. "Rest, Nico. If something happens, we'll bring you with us."

"Dead weight and all," Meryl says. She fists one hand in Wolfwood's shirt, wrinkling the fabric. Wolfwood grunts, arms a little trapped but he's out fast enough. Meryl slides back into sleep soon after, content that Vash is keeping watch. 

Vash purrs, rhythmic and slow as the sandstorm rages on.

[cyanomys]

Anybody else on this site have vestibular migraine? Where are my vertigo homes 🫠 Can we be friends

[audhd-space]

Life update:

Chronic migraine gotten really worse for the past two months, mixed with face numbness and peripheral neuropathy. Balance issue, really bad vertigo that when flared up causing difficulty to walk.

Recent follow up at neurologist, they decided to change my prescription from Gabapentin to Pregabalin. I am still taking Topiramate for my hemiplegic migraine. I am also taking Bionerv supplement to support my nerve issues.

Currently observing the side effects.

[thechronicpaingame]

Saw my rheumatologist today (just 2 years late) 🙃 went as about expected. I have no idea why after all these years they still look out for joint involvement when I've never had joint issues. Even in my big old flares Ive never had joint involvement. The current swelling (right above my knee) is consistent with my flares however. She said she could feel a bursa there but no proper fluid.

Being referred to cardio for potential POTS (I knew this already but be nice to have it properly diagnosed even tho I can't take beta blockers because I have asthma so like, what else is there).

She thinks I'm having vertigo episodes, so to an ENT also. (I still think this could be a POTS thing maybe).

Bloods done, but I don't predict anything showing up (par for the course huh).

Blamed a lot on my fibro (but my fibro differs to what others experience of it is, I think it's likely more like ME). But whatever it is, something is progressively getting worse (and these things aren't degenerative so like, what is it).

She's concerned about the weight loss (over 2 stone in the last 6-12 months for no reason 🤷🏻‍♀️). Haven't been this low weight numbers wise since like 2013.

Can't believe I'm like 15 years into this and there's still no real answers to any questions. (I've had poor health since being a kid, many polyarteritis nodosa flares) but the chronic every day stuff is 15 years. Overdue a big one.

I try to stay as positive as I can but on days like today it's hard.

[novsart]

[melonwithseeds]

me when the vertigo hits: