In the 1994 or 1995, I suffered a bout with extreme
dizziness and vertigo. I was driving a tour bus at the time, and
according to my eyes, the road lifted up and began to swerve back and forth as
it rolled up and down. I felt I would fall out of my seat, and each
motion I made to turn my head to the side mirrors, or to speak to the few
passengers on board, left me feeling worse. Fortunately, I had another
motorcoach following me, and I radioed back to that driver. I told her what was
happening, and that if I were to start weaving or showed any signs of dangerous
driving, she needed to radio to me and have me stop. Meanwhile, if I kept
my eyes on the road, and did some deep breathing, I felt well enough to get
these passengers safely to their destination, just a mile or two away.
I didn't realize how upset I was until I got back to
the bus yard and yelled at the dispatcher. I thought I had just been not
feeling well, and accused her of sending me out when she knew better.
(Later, I apologized to her, because almost as soon as the accusations
came out, I knew it wasn't her fault. I was just too spent from the trip,
and emotionally, I had to blame someone at the time.) Once again, the doctors
could not find anything wrong with me, and in the end, called it "unknown
allergies." I was put on Meclizine, which has the caution of not
driving heavy machinery. I was put on bus-washing duty for a few weeks,
while I took the medication that helped me be "normal."
Again, because of my extensive research on the topic,
I know now that this was another flare-up of my MS.
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