I'm putting this into words because it's one
of the things holding me back...
There was another moment, in addition to the
night I got sick... I remember about a month after getting sick, I'd seen the neurologist
(I think re the BPPV I had - later cured by a different neurologist) and he'd
said something - don't remember what - that made me decide that I was gonna
read, I was just gonna DO it, it was gonna WORK... I took out a book - don't
remember what - sat down, and opened it... I read about a paragraph - no memory
at all of what - and then finally basically said "I give up..." I got
up, and the room was SPINNING... very scary... it did obviously eventually stop...
I KNEW something was horribly wrong... but WHAT?!
Unfortunately by the time I saw Joyce, my
wonderful OT (9 months after getting sick, thanks to my friend Leora), I was
too sick for my system to handle dealing with the vision part... Joyce did, in time, steer me to Dr. Margolis...
There have been so many twists and turns for
me... but I need to remember that that horrible reading moment is not likely to
happen again... and I realize now that I need to share this with my new CBT
therapist... I need to embrace it, and then put this behind me...
