I went to bed just before 1am last night. I didn't feel right and just couldn't move from the sofa, but I had watched all the TV I could manage and had written up the Smubbles review. I was tired and I knew that unless I went to bed now I would end up sleeping on the sofa. So I climbed the stairs, popped into BB's room to check if he needed the toilet, checked on a sleeping Tops and then climbed into bed. It was 1:09am.
I closed my eyes and the room started spinning. I felt sick, but reassured myself I was just overtired and this was causing the spinning. It was 1:10am.
I put my foot on the floor, risking it being eaten by the alligators that live on the floor in the night, as I had read somewhere that "anchoring" yourself when the room is spinning could stop the sensation. Apparently that only works if you are drunk. It was 1:11am.
I turned over and looked at my husband sleeping in bed, my eyes were heavy but I knew if I closed them the spinning would start again. Somehow I managed to fall asleep. Sweet blissful sleep. Then there was a scream of "MUM" from BB and I pulled myself awake realised that now I was standing the room and I were spinning avoided the obstacle course around my bed and made for BB's room. It was 1:14am
Quickly calming BB down I agreed to sleep in his room, knowing that he would be asleep in seconds and I could make my way back to my bed. He lay down whilst I stared at the ceiling wishing the spinning would stop. BB looked at me and I could tell from the confused look on his face I didn't look good. I sat bolt upright grabbed the emergency use potty and threw up in it. And again. And again. It was 1:16am.
I sat on the edge of BB's bed willing the room to stop spinning so I could take the potty downstairs to get rid of the contents of my stomach. I looked at BB sleeping peacefully and knew I had to go before I woke him. I stumbled down the stairs and into the bathroom just in time to throw up again. It was 1:29am.
I'm not sure what happened next. Somewhere in the midst of sleep deprivation and the room spinning I have blocked out the next few hours. I know I made it back to bed and assume I fell into a blissful sleep, or maybe I just passed out with exhaustion in the bathroom and slept walked back to bed.
I felt fine when I woke up, laughed at how Flyfour wanted to know why I hadn't told him (Well he was asleep! Did he want me to wake him to tell him I was ill?) and got on with my day. Until about an hour ago when I suddenly realised that the world was spinning again and I felt sick.
I hate being sick.