When Superman Gets Sick

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.

13 thoughts on “When Superman Gets Sick

  1. I am so sorry you’re dealing with this. It’s very difficult to no longer extend yourself as you once did. It’s hard to reconcile that in the mind. I pray you gain some relief as you gain more answers. I have hope that one day we won’t have to deal with any sickness at all. (Isaiah 33:24, Revelation 21:3,4)


  2. Absolutely right, even Superman & Wonder Woman get sick and need time off. Worry & anxiety occupy a lot of my time & brain power too, and it doesn’t go so well – other fillers are required in the interim, and I think rest is a good one to put at the top of your list alongside the Zebra Pit and writing. My fingers are crossed you get some answers soon, whether POTS or otherwise, and that they can figure out what’s going on and where to go from here. A ‘super’ post, David, I love your sense of humour even through the challenging times! Take good care of yourself, and I hope you & Michelle have a restful weekend ahead xx

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    1. It really is hard to admit that. I’ve pretty much been a care giver for as long as I can remember. Even as a child I was a care giver. It’s hard to be the one getting taken care of.

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        1. Thanks, at this point, it’s more about accepting the fact that life around here is a team effort, not the one man gang that I believed it to be, lol.

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    1. Thanks Stacey. They have kind of found some answers. The dizziness/fatigue/brain fog seems to be a byproduct of bigeminy. The PVC’s are seemingly creating a disturbance in blood flow. What’s causing the bigeminy? I guess we won’t get to try to figure that out until the end of October, when my cardiologist can be bothered to see me. Lol

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