one foot after the other
Aug. 29th, 2013 03:11 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
the_siobhanVertigo has been kicking my ass lately. I thought it was due to the cold I had a couple of weeks ago, then I thought it was due to the sinus infection I developed after the cold, now... I have no idea. I guess it's time to start the pain-in-the-ass process of cycling through medical professionals again.
Yoga continues to be brilliant and my back is stronger than it has been for years. Which makes me want to do additional physical stuff. I'm trying to figure out what that's going to look like, given that whole tipping over thing. It's been two years since I've been able to ride my bike. The gym is out because the vertigo makes me really anxious around crowds of people - lots of bodies moving fast and randomly around me make me want to stand very still until all the distracting visual input goes away. (I careened into some poor woman at the grocery store last week. That kind of shit can make me want to lock myself inside the house for a month.)
Oddly enough, I do occasionally fall over during yoga and don't have a problem with that. I think because everybody there is a regular who knows it's an issue so nobody gets weirded out about it when it happens, and it's a given that I will sometimes move more slowly and carefully than everybody else or just get up walk over to a wall if I feel like I need to hang onto/lean against something. Plus the class size is so small I know I'm in no danger of taking anybody else out on my way down. i think being chill about it actually means it happens less often than it otherwise would, given all the gravity-defying positions I find myself twisted into. (Although I am rocking one seriously deep bruise on my right calf from where everything went ass over teacup and I landed across my block.)
Anyway. This past weekend I packed up my vertigo and went to Montreal. It was fantastic to hang out with E again for a length of time that did not include any funerals. I spent far too much money and slept way too little and found myself at one point propped up against a wall in a goth club so I wouldn't tip over. Do you know how long it's been since I went to a goth club? A long fucking time. They have not changed one iota, which I found hilarious.
Next time I need to figure out a way to do the people part more often without doing the money part quite so much. Still. Totally worth it.
So you know. Trucking along.
Yoga continues to be brilliant and my back is stronger than it has been for years. Which makes me want to do additional physical stuff. I'm trying to figure out what that's going to look like, given that whole tipping over thing. It's been two years since I've been able to ride my bike. The gym is out because the vertigo makes me really anxious around crowds of people - lots of bodies moving fast and randomly around me make me want to stand very still until all the distracting visual input goes away. (I careened into some poor woman at the grocery store last week. That kind of shit can make me want to lock myself inside the house for a month.)
Oddly enough, I do occasionally fall over during yoga and don't have a problem with that. I think because everybody there is a regular who knows it's an issue so nobody gets weirded out about it when it happens, and it's a given that I will sometimes move more slowly and carefully than everybody else or just get up walk over to a wall if I feel like I need to hang onto/lean against something. Plus the class size is so small I know I'm in no danger of taking anybody else out on my way down. i think being chill about it actually means it happens less often than it otherwise would, given all the gravity-defying positions I find myself twisted into. (Although I am rocking one seriously deep bruise on my right calf from where everything went ass over teacup and I landed across my block.)
Anyway. This past weekend I packed up my vertigo and went to Montreal. It was fantastic to hang out with E again for a length of time that did not include any funerals. I spent far too much money and slept way too little and found myself at one point propped up against a wall in a goth club so I wouldn't tip over. Do you know how long it's been since I went to a goth club? A long fucking time. They have not changed one iota, which I found hilarious.
Next time I need to figure out a way to do the people part more often without doing the money part quite so much. Still. Totally worth it.
So you know. Trucking along.