Weird night last night. I did some gentle yoga, including a very mild lead-up to a headstand. It was basically a downward dog, but a little steeper.
Then I had a bath. There was a huge daddy long legs under the windowsill, which was fine, because daddy long legs aren’t spiders.
Then I realized this daddy long legs was a spider – it had seven legs. It was missing a leg. Funny how I was so afraid of her the moment my brain said SPIDER!
She moved her legs a bit, in response to me talking to her, and I’ll cut to the quick of her point – she was here to tell me I need to learn balance. Spiders, she explained, are the masters in balance. Their webs are fragile, beautiful works of art that are mired by prey and their elements. The way they walk, built, hunt and travel – spiders live in and for balance.
She shared the pain of losing her leg, and said she was dying. The leg she lost was a fore-leg, she needed it to catch prey.
She was also renegotiating the deal I’d cut with spiders years earlier – that all spiders would remain outside, unless they were vulnerable young who were smaller than the tip of my finger. She, the seven-legged spider, had come inside to die in peace, and to deliver her message.
I thanked her, and lay down in the tub.
A wave of intense dizziness overtook me. I went from feeling 100% fine, to incapacitated in five seconds. I threw up. I called for help.
Sweetie took care of me. I couldn’t stand up on my own. The nausea climbed, I threw up several more times. I called the ask-a-nurse hotline, 811, and asked about my symptoms. I found I had difficulty focusing, speaking and remembering my address and phone number. They told me to call 911. I handed the phone to Sweetie.
The ambulance came up sirens blaring, lights flashing. The paramedics came into the bathroom and spent some time evaluating my symptoms.
They immediately assured me I had not had a stroke, and ran me through a series of neurological tests which was very reassuring.
I continued to throw up, and the dizziness didn’t improve. After trying to settle me on the couch and discovering the dizziness became worse when I lay down, the paramedics suggested I go to the hospital.
I work at the hospital – I do all the supplies. They handed me a bowl I’d just washed earlier, and hooked me up to an IV pump I’d just cleaned. I was weird being a patient, and some of my favourite nurses were working.
They gave me IV gravol which lifted the nausea away. Then the dizziness was kind of fun, like being on a roller coaster.
They gave me 2.5L of fluids too, tested my urine, and eventually decided that a sinus infection must have suddenly shifted to my inner- ear. The other possibilities include a weird flu, and an adverse reaction to hot bath water.
They got me drinking and eating, sent me home with lots of meds (which I also stock) and our wonderful landlady came to pick us up at 3am.
We are surrounded by wonderful people.
I didn’t catch the irony of a sudden onset if dizziness after talking to a spider about learning balance.
While I was at the hospital, I recognized the spirit of my great aunt Ruth, keeping an eye on me. I didn’t realize she was one if my guardians until that moment.
I should be fine in a few days, until then, please send me your healing thoughts.
I wonder what this is all about.