I was never afraid to fly before getting labyrinthitis. Now that I’m living with a damaged balance system, I am uncomfortable while in any moving vehicle, so I have a fear of flying. I had to cancel 2 flights after getting sick in 2014, and I have not flown since.
I’m planning to tackle my fear next week, and I have to admit I am TERRIFIED. As the day approaches, I’m feeling more anxious. But I refuse to be a slave to this fear any longer. There was a time when riding the SeaBus was terrifying for me, and I’m glad that is now in the past. I’ve only told a handful of people about my plans to face my fear of flying. I have no real plans other than my flights, and my hotel booking. Worst case scenario, I’ll have Ativan to calm myself, and I’ll rest in the hotel.
UPDATE: I ended up getting sick with the flu several days before my planned trip, and had to cancel my plans. Being sick makes my balance worse, and I’d like my health to be uncompromised when I tackle this fear.
It is the last day of 2015, so I feel I need to reflect back on how far I have come. This time last year, I did not venture more than a few blocks from my home. I was so ill from labyrinthitis that I could not stand or walk without assistance from my hiking poles. Those things were my best friends! Busy, and loud environments made me feel horrible, and I did not know if I would ever feel normal again. I did not leave North Vancouver for more than 4 months. My goals for 2015 were mostly related to my recovery from labyrinthitis. Here are the ones related to my recovery:
Take a bus to Park Royal
Go to the mall
Ride the SeaBus
Walk without assistance
See a movie in a theatre
Return to work
I am proud to say I accomplished them all, but they were not easy, and came with many tears. Anxiety was so prevalent with my illness; things I used to take for granted became very scary. When your balance is messed up, busy environments, loud noises, and moving vehicles seem scary. I had downloaded an audiobook, and an ebook on anxiety, and they helped me tackle my fears.
I work next to a mall called Park Royal in West Vancouver. Since my illness, I had not ventured there. About a month before I returned to work, my co-worker offered to meet me at the bus stop at the mall. She told me if I could not handle the entire bus ride, to get off the bus, and call her to pick me up. I made it, but I started to cry before I even got off the bus. Traveling to West Vancouver had become this big scary thing. My co-worker met me, hugged me (she is not a hugger, so that is how much I needed one), then we went for lunch. It was a huge step for me to get there.
After lunch, I went into the mall for the first time since my illness. It was January, so not when the mall was really busy. It was overwhelming, and I did not stay long, but I did it. Another item checked.
Then I went for a walk on the West Vancouver SeaWall; it was an epic day.
For tackling the SeaBus, I made plans for a friend to meet me on the other side, and I went for an acupuncture session before I attempted to go on the SeaBus. It was not an easy ride, as my head really did not enjoy it since I got a terrible headache, but I did it. So what if I cried when I got to the other side! My friend picked me up on the other side, and we went for a nice meal in a quiet place.
It was near the end of January when I suddenly decided to try leaving the house without my hiking poles. My vestibular physiotherapist had told me I needed to wean myself off them, and that thought was truly terrifying to me. One evening I decided to go out for a walk without them. I was so scared, but I was determined. I walked about 5 blocks, then walked home. After that, I would carry my poles with me (they are collapsable) as reassurance I could use them if I needed. I think it was a couple weeks before I was walking without even taking them with me. Go me!
I chose a non-action movie to see in a theatre as I had heard action movies had made fellow sufferers sick. I did have to close my eyes during some previews as they were too dizzying, but the movie was a success.
I started a very gradual return to work in February. About a week before my return, I planned a short visit to the office because it had become another huge fear since it had been so long since I had worked. I started to cry as I exited the elevator on my floor, and approached my office. I am glad I did that short visit to get over my fear of going back.
My return to work ended up being more challenging than I had anticipated since I discovered the fluorescent lights make me sick. Because of the damage to my balance system, my brain detects the cycling of the lights even though I do not see it with my eyes. I tried several things to try shielding myself from the effects of the lights, but the only effective remedy was replacing them with LEDs. I am so grateful to my boss for going through with it, as it was not cheap. There are LED tubes that fit into fluorescent light sockets, but they were not readily available in the sizes needed for my office (thanks to my friend in the lighting industry who put me in touch with a company that could order them for us). It was more than 4 months before the lights were replaced in my office; I do not even know how I survived working under the fluorescent lights that long. They gave me a headache, they made me dizzy, the nausea was horrible, but the worst symptom of all was the brain fog; I felt like I could not think under them. When they were finally replaced, I could start working up to a full day, and feeling like a productive member of society again.
I had a bit of a setback in another area recently; I had a lower back injury in 2000 that flared up after a fall (not related to my balance disorder). When my back went out just over a month ago, I popped some back pain pills, and thought I would be fine. Nope. My back refused to let me bend. I was in agonizing pain for quite some time, but I got through it with the help of many medical professionals, ice, swearing, and some prescription painkillers. These days I mostly use ice for pain relief, so that is an improvement. Sitting still causes pain, so on that note, I should finish this up so I am no longer sitting.
I am grateful to so many people for helping me along the way, and I am glad I found other people online who knew what I was going through. That is why I created this blog, so I could share my experience with others going through the horribleness that is labyrinthitis. It is truly the worst, and it can make you feel like you are crazy, but with hard work, and determination, you can recover. I feel like I am at about 90% after more than a year.
This time last year, anxiety had me fully in its grips, and had taken over as my worst symptom. I have never been a fan of anxiety, but the anxiety and panic attacks I have experienced since being diagnosed with labyrinthitis were much worse than what I experienced in the past.
In November 2014, my anxiety became so bad, I could not sleep. I talked to my co-worker (read: cried my face off), and she kindly offered to take me to see my GP. I had suffered from anxiety and panic attacks in the past, and was given Ativan before when my anxiety was severe. This visit, my GP gave me a prescription for a handful of Ativan pills to help me in the short term, and also prescribed an antidepressant for the longer term. In the meantime, someone on the Facebook support group for labyrinthitis mentioned acupuncture helped her, so I set out to find an acupuncturist close to home.
Ativan helped me finally sleep that night. What a relief! On November 18, 2014 I went for my acupuncture session. Wow, what a difference it made. Not only was he able to calm me down, but he also helped my balance. I started seeing him twice a week, and booked appointments to use up my benefits until the end of the year. I had tried acupuncture in 2000 for pain from a back injury, but it didn’t work again after the first successful treatment. That was not my experience this time, and I’m so grateful for that. I never ended up taking the antidepressants my GP prescribed because acupuncture was so helpful. My only complaint would be that the effects did not last beyond the day of my treatment.
I’m so glad I had the people from the Facebook support group during that awful time. I honestly do not know how I would have made it through to the other side without the support of others who knew what I was going through. Balance issues are so odd. They affect so much more than your balance, while making you feel like your world will never right itself. I knew from others in the support group that I would not improve unless I was able to get my anxiety under control. I had a therapist, acupuncture, Ativan, more than one book on overcoming anxiety, and the support of others going through the same thing to help me. I’m grateful to be in a much better place now. I am not fully recovered, but I have improved a lot, and anxiety is not playing a feature role any longer.