In February 2007, I was at home watching the Law & Order: SVU episode where they were looking for a person who was involved in a virtual reality world called “Another Universe”.  This gave me an idea.  I found that Another Universe is fictitious, however there is another virtual reality world that was alive and well called Second Life (later in 2007 Second Life (SL) would be depicted on CSI).  I had my laptop at work and created an avatar and entered the world.  Due to not having internet at home at the time and issues with my laptop I did not make it off Orientation Island.  I put SL aside and went on with my life.  In the midst of Meniere’s I dealt with the death of my father and a treatment that took away my immune system and left me fighting colds and infections.

October 2007 I watched the CSI episode involving SL and was reminded of my failed attempt at entering that world.  I couldn’t recall my avatar’s name and password.  So I created a new avatar and called her Parker Janick (Parky).  I made it into SL this time and began exploring.  I would spend my free time at work in SL (I worked nights at a television station and was all alone there)  During my exploration I was clicking things and not knowing what I was doing things would happen.  One time I clicked something and received a blue box and clicked yes.  I then went to change a tape and when I returned, my avatar was dancing.  I sat there and cried for about five minutes.  I could no longer dance in Real Life (RL), but I could dance in SL.

I continued to explore and ultimately got internet at home where I could explore more.  I made friends, learned how to swim and do many other things in SL.  I finally found my life again.  Along my journey I began meeting other people with chronic illness and issues.  There are those who are bed ridden and others who are in wheelchairs.  I have even met three others in SL who have Meniere’s Disease.  It helped at one point when I begin attending a support group in SL for people with chronic illnesses and/or their caretakers.  One thing was certain, we all came into SL for the same reason, to do things that we could no longer do in RL.

I can’t do much in RL that I used to do, but in SL I am thriving.  I own a Celtic Pub where everyone is welcome (as long as they obey the rules) and I host twice a week at a friends jazz and blues club.  I am involved with writing groups and even attend a Writer’s Circle once a week where I read some of my own work.  I recently submitted a poem for a contest in SL and won first place.  I even wrote a short story called The Damsel And The Dragon about why I am in SL and it was published in a SL magazine.

I highly recommend SL to those with Meniere’s Disease or any chronic illness that keeps you from doing the things you love to do.  You can do those things again by using an avatar in SL.  Use this link http://secondlife.com/.  to find your life again, even if it is virtual.  I would still much rather be dancing, hiking and swimming in RL, but for now I will do these things in SL and keep my mind active while meeting new people from around the world and making friends (gaining contacts) in the process.  Don’t let your illness deprive you of your life.

A shot I staged to go with my short story The Damsel And The Dragon

Me dancing with some friends at my pub

If you live in the Knoxville area you know how much rain  (filled in with bits of snow here and there) we have had since December.  I gave up using umbrellas after being introduced to Meniere’s Disease.  You take a physically off balanced person and give them an umbrella, let a gust of wind come along and the result is Mary Poppins flying up the highway.  Getting wet is a better option.  Last June when my original grommets fell out, not only did I spin again for the first time in eight months, but I also gained a new trigger ~ the weather.  I really felt for those with Meniere’s who called themselves walking barometers, but honestly I hadn’t a clue what they actually went through.  Guess someone felt I should have first hand knowledge.  With all the rain and snow we have had, I have gotten to know my couch very intimately.

The incoming storm already has my ears going crazy

Sometimes I think I feel weather fronts moving in 100 miles away.  I can feel my ears crawling and start with a deep ache and look outside to see bright sunny skies.  However, by the time the front moves in, I am in so much pain from both my ears that I have a pounding headache to go with it and I am laying on the couch with the heating pad on my ears.  If I had to choose between this and having full vertigo at least once a month, I would choose my current situation.

I haven’t been able to afford to see my doctor regularly as he desires since I have no medical insurance and no regular income.  However, a couple months ago I was sitting on the couch with my laptop doing my usually Shabbat routine when all of a sudden the room began to spin.  It was all I could do to set the computer aside and lay down on the couch and remain still for a couple hours till it passed.  I knew I had to scrape the money together to go see the doctor.  I went in on a snowy/sleety/rainy day with the hopes that it was just a blockage that could be fixed with drops or suction.  My hopes quickly turned to tears when he said that the grommet in my right ear was dislodged with debris around it indicating blockage.  He couldn’t be sure about the left side so I had to have a pressure test run to detect the status of my eardrums.

I sat and cried.   When I was taken for the test, I walked through the hall clinging to the wall and crying.  It was determined that the right eardrum was closed over but we could not be sure that wax and debris had not gotten behind it to cause infection.  The left ear and grommet were intact and did not appear to be blocked.  I still cried.  I cried in part because I knew how much it would hurt to have the grommet procedure repeated and then it would take several days for me to get back to doing well.  The other reason I cried was recalling that it cost near $400 to have the grommets inserted last June.  I don’t have that kind of money.  One good thing was that it was found after reopening my right eardrum the doctor found that there was no debris, wax or moisture that got behind the eardrum to cause infection.  I have been caught in an eddy of pain and tears for  five months.  Hopefully now I can begin to maneuver out of the area and toward shallow waters if not the embankment.

The rain loves to wreak havoc on my ears and my head

Through the years my steadfastness on this topic has not wavered. Pet peeves have crept in which I file under “stupid people doing stupid stuff.” Now, however, I hesitate in giving a reply. To most my answer remains the same. To me it is far from the truth.  While forms of abuse still ruffle my feathers, and probably always will, there is now something else that feeds the raging monster of anger with in.

Vulnerability. Helplessness. Weakness. No matter what word is used, it still comes from within. When your body brings about a disease it has a way of throwing your life and manner of thinking into a tailspin not easily recovered.

My body started behaving in a way that it should not. No one could tell me why. When I received a call from a “substitute” nurse wrongly telling I had diabetes, I thought my world was ending. After losing my grandmother and a close friend to the disease this news hit me like a sledge hammer on a carpet tack.

In a manner, I wish diabetes had been the answer. However, several weeks later I listened intently with some relief as my doctor explained that in fact, I did not have diabetes. I am pre diabetic. This news only gave a short term air of solace. We were back at square one. If not diabetes, then what.

Seven months! It took seven months for the parade of doctors to diagnose me with Meniere’s Disease. This disease had been mentioned to me by one doctor two months before the diagnosis. At that time my research began. My findings were anything but reassuring.

Meniere’s disease has no known cause, no known cure. These words plunged deeper into my heart and soul then lead weights into the deepest sea. As a perfectionist, I like being in control of my actions and my body. This time is no different. No one can tell me why I have Meniere’s. No one can tell me how to eliminate it. Needless to say, I am not a happy person.

What makes me angry?  Having a disease that no one can explain makes me very angry. I cannot explain why. I just know I am angry though no one is to blame. Even though a few aspects of the disease were gradual, most were not. I feel as if my normalcy had been snuffed out like a candle.

What is my response to everything?  Isolation and self medication. It is easier to withdrawal and shut myself off from the world. I trust no one and cannot trust myself to be around others. Pondering these issues and others, I often cry myself to sleep. To prevent this, I take Benadryl or drink valerian tea to put myself to sleep. Weekends in isolation are worse. I have been known to spend them with alcohol to numb my body, mind and soul to prevent thoughts of Meniere’s from seeping in.

So, what is at the heart of the matter? I cannot trust and will not try till the anger goes away. The anger will not go away till there is a cure for Meniere’s Disease and that is improbable in my lifetime. Hence, a very vicious cycle.

I am constantly getting comments from people, usually when I make a post about the pain I am in on Facebook/Twitter, saying I am in their thoughts and prayers.  Generally speaking there is nothing wrong with this.  People think that it helps to bring comfort to those who are ill or in pain.  For some perhaps.  I, however, am over it.  I started spinning again last week.  I haven’t been to the doctor since September due to no income and no insurance.  I scraped the money together and went since I knew something was wrong.  I was scared, nay, terrified.  I had to drive in the snow (since the first snow I drove in was a blizzard, I am always scared driving in snow.  That is coupled with the fear I have driving period since having a vestibular condition) and was severely off balance.  The pain was also hitting me hard.  There was no one to drive me.  When I IMd a friend to let her know (not that she could really do anything since she is in California) she was telling me to have fun in the snow and kind of missed the point of why I was letting her know.

I was anticipating never returning home from that appointment.  My two doctors and the two nurses could see how scared I was.  I got a few hugs and arm rubs from them in an attempt to reassure me.  They had to repeat the procedure to re-insert another grommet into my right ear.  Unless you have had this procedure done, I cannot explain how it feels.  But since I usually scream for the duration, that should be some indication to you. It is during this that I really realize how alone I am.

It is nice to tell someone you are thinking and/or praying for them, even if you are not.  But during these times, it would be really nice to have something or someone other then my stuffed teddy bears to hug and have hold me to reassure me that it will be all right.  Each time I go through this, whether the weather related issues or needing to have the procedure repeated, it strips away more of me.  I have no fight left. I have no strength left to even thing about fighting.  I have come to the conclusion that it takes people really being there for you (not just in word or thought) to help you replenish your will to fight and your faith and belief that what you are fighting can be conquered.  Galar will defeat the damsel in the rewrite of my short story The Damsel And The Dragon.  Meniere’s has won the war.

The third week of June, just one week before my scheduled appointment with my doctor, I decided to relax in bed for a while before getting up to enjoy the Shabbat.  I rolled over on my left side and tucked the pillow up under my neck.  At this point I felt a ‘crunch, crackle and pop’ in my left ear.  I lay perfectly still for a bit, afraid to move, not knowing what was happening.  When I finally sat up my world was spinning.  I had not felt this way since mid October.  I made my way to the couch and pretty much remained there until Monday when I could call the doctor.

Anyone who has Meniere’s or is close to someone with Meniere’s, knows how unpredictable this monster is.  by the time I got in for my Friday appointment, we had determined that I now have a third trigger ~ WEATHER.  Now I fully understand those who refer to themselves as “walking barometers”.  We got new grommets inserted and this time they should last two years.

While I didn’t have issues with the original triggers after the grommets were inserted, I still have minor issues with the weather changes.  It seems that when the weather changes now I get a dull ache deep in my ears and experience some fluttering.  In the beginning of September I was lucky enough to get H1N1.  This proved to have a bad effect on my ears.  I had lots of aching and it seemed my hearing worsened.  When the illness cleared I noticed that I now have constant tinnitus in both my ears instead of just the left ear.  My doctor sternly advised that I not get either versions of the flu again for the remainder of the season. (As if…)

Earlier this week I was getting over what I initially thought was a second round of the flu, but  thankfully, turned out to be Acute Bronchitis instead.  My left ear began doing weird things so I put in a call to my otos nurse.  When she returned my call, we talked.  She reminded me about the weather and advised I take it easy and keep an eye on things and call back if they don’t improve or get worse.  you know, the usual blah, blah, blah.

Everyday we have ups and downs.  Right now it appears that I am on more of a Merry-Go-Round.  For four years I felt as if I was on a very wild roller-coaster.  I HATE roller-coasters, so I am glad I am no longer on that part of this ride.  I will accept being on a Merry-Go-Round with Meniere’s although I wish I could be on a real one instead.  I will continue to research (for now with a clearer head) and write my book while educating anyone and everyone I can about this dragon that invaded my life five years ago.  one day, he will be totally defeated.  Until then, my sword stands ready to fight whenever he comes to prey.