That was a sentence I never thought I'd write. 31 injections in total. Across my eyebrows, around the top of my scalp, my hairline, down my neck and down to my shoulders. It wasn't to tackle the growing mountain of wrinkles on my face ... although that wouldn't have been such a bad idea. I... Continue Reading →
Disability makes you angry, but it can also make you brave
Hands up. I’ve done my fair share of the angry reaction to my disability. I remember, in the early days, when I was trying to adjust to this new and alien noise in my left ear, I’d often fly off the handle. I’m ashamed to admit that one day I got so angry with the... Continue Reading →
The Fear of Crying
Last night, eight of us were at a friend’s house for our Christmas do. I’d been looking forward to it all week. Everyone was in high spirits. I was trying to chop up some red chilis when I sensed the warning signs of an impending vertigo attack. A friend was asking me questions and I... Continue Reading →
The article I wrote for the Meniere’s magazine, Spin
Menieres has been like a rollercoaster ride that has scooped me up and flung me about and turned me upside down. I’m currently in the middle of a relapse and I can’t work, but I wanted to write a positive article about how I try to keep living a happy and fulfilling life, despite my... Continue Reading →
I can’t even do rebellion …
11.46pm Wednesday night. Shit day. Shit week in fact. The pinnacle was a vertigo attack on the tube on Saturday afternoon. I was in the middle of talking to my friend when a loud screeching noise, the kind you hear on the tube all the time, set me off. I felt the fear first; my... Continue Reading →
Who are you?
Fear not, I'm not about to go all deep on you. But this has been the weirdest 24 hours. It started with some wooziness at lunchtime yesterday, which is par for the course, but developed into a full blown spin that left me lying prostrate on the floor, thirsty, but unable to get up because... Continue Reading →
The M word
Menieres has ruled my week this week. I’ve just realised that’s a first. I’ve named my condition in this blog. It's not a word I like. I think I naively hoped that if I wrote about my determination to overcome M, I’d somehow be able to will it out of existence … but unfortunately not. So... Continue Reading →
Dear Friends
I bloody love you. Last night, I had 2 horrid vertigo attacks. The first as I read my daughter a story. The second as I was lying in bed; it was so powerful and nausea-inducing that I emitted an involuntary wail and managed to wake Rhys from his sleep. An attack of vertigo always has... Continue Reading →
What does success mean to me?
I’ve been reflecting a lot on this question. Before I attempt to pick a path from the myriad of options that my inbox is now overflowing with (thank you friends and family for the precious bible you’ve given me), I need to take a big step back and think about my goal. I know I... Continue Reading →
Reaching out is a powerful drug
Reaching out to my friends and family through this blog has put me on a massive high. It’s one of the most life-affirming things I’ve ever done. Your replies have made me feel brave and empowered; two parts of my personality that have become rather lost in the last three years. I have grinned from... Continue Reading →
First steps
Whilst I wait for replies to my last blog post, I’ve been bingeing on podcasts and documentaries. There is a lot of dross out there, but, when you find a good series, it’s like hitting gold dust. Two series in particular have struck home. The Art of Design is a Netflix series about … yup,... Continue Reading →
The Beginning
I’m a 41 year old Londoner, wife, mother of two and ex-TV Producer. Ex because I can’t work, well not in the conventional sense; my health has drawn a deep, dark line in the sand and said “No” Three years ago I experienced a bout of vertigo on a flight to Barcelona. I spent the... Continue Reading →
