I have always held the mistaken belief that I’m Superman. No matter how sick I felt, no matter how much pain I was in, no matter how much stress and anxiety I was hit by, I carried on as if I was fit as a fiddle. I have always taken a great sense of pride in being the rock. The guy who could be counted on no matter what. That isn’t the case any longer. I have to face facts: I have some fashion of chronic illness, and I am a superhero no more; at least in the physical sense of the term.
I’ve suffered from chronic pain and illness for most of my life, but never to this extent. As I have gotten older, particularly over the last five years, fatigue, pain, and feeling lightheaded almost to the point of blacking out have made for the most oppressive of companions. Now, all of that may finally becoming to a head. Currently I’m on medical leave of absence from my job.
I have been getting extremely lightheaded at work to the point where I thought I would black out if I didn’t sit down. The more I exert myself, the worse my symptoms become. I get lightheaded to the point of disorientation. When I get to that point, I feel as if I’m either going to float away or come crashing to the floor. Since gravity is the unyielding bastard that it is, I’m fairly certain that crashing to the ground is my only option. Seeing as constantly going down to the floor in a haze is not really a valuable work trait, Michelle and I decided it was time for another leave of absence.
Another leave you ask? Why yes, this is my second leave since I started this job a few years ago, both for the same symptoms. During the first leave and first round of tests, nothing new was determined with the exception that I have Premature Ventricular Contractions (PVC), which means one of my ventricles throws in extra heartbeats erroneously. My cardiologist put me on metoprolol, patted me on the head, and sent me back to work. Since then, I’ve been doing my best to hang on. I tried so hard to manage my symptoms. I also became an expert in manipulating our companies attendance policies. Through my efforts, I managed to squeeze another two years of working so far, until a little over a month ago.
As of right now, I am on leave until mid November, why we try to figure out what’s going on. The common theory among my doctors is that I may have POTS. However, a tilt table test is needed to confirm this, and scheduling the test seems to be quite the difficult task for my medical team. For the interim, I seem to be reclining for the moment in diagnosis limbo. Since I’m not an exceptionally bendy person, limbo doesn’t really work for me. If I can’t work, then I need to find other things to occupy my mind. I tried occupying it with worry and anxiety: That didn’t go so well!
While the ‘David Curtis Health Tour: Volume 2’ seems to be stuck in neutral, I plan on using my down time helping out with the blog. I hope to be posting more articles, as well as contributing to the Zebra Pit’s social media presence. I plan as learning as much as possible in order to contribute as much possible. Hopefully, you the reader will find my writing and opinions to be of the same high quality that you have come to expect here. As information trickles in as to what my diagnosis is, I’ll keep you posted.
Ta for now!
David Curtis lives in Florence, KY with his wife Michelle, Rocket the Russian Blue cat and his many fish. David manages the health and beauty department of a prominent retail chain, in addition to caring for his wife, pets and home. In his spare time, he enjoys reading, exploring history, watching football, sci-fi, fantasy or comic book shows and film, along with fighting for truth, justice, and the human condition. Much like Tyrion Lannister, he also drinks (coffee) and knows things.