Why yes, yes there is. And when I suddenly saw the room spinning yesterday morning, he got worried.
I put the word "dizzy" in the blog's search box just now and found several instances indicating that I do, occasionally, experience a loss of equilibrium. I didn't realize there were so many. The most recent, before yesterday, was April 6, which I remember very clearly. (What a coincidence that that's the same day we began the paleo plan.)
I was fine yesterday morning for the first couple hours I was up. Whether it was too much coffee or the smell of food or fill-in-the-blank – as I began making breakfast I was suddenly overcome and had to go back to bed. WITHOUT BREAKFAST.
I got really hungry, though, so I had to get back up and finish cooking. And eating.
My husband's a retired doctor who worries about these incidents way more than I do. Out came the stethoscope – heartbeat strong and steady – and blood pressure cuff – 123/72 or something innocuous and really, really normal. What he didn't like was how low my heart rate was. He took three readings, and it was below 60 each time – 57, 54, 52.
So we had to look up bradycardia (could it be specific to the Brady Bunch?), which means – duh – slow heart beat. And we had to check my pulse every 20 minutes (practically) all day. And we had to make it all much worse than it was. I mean, I appreciate his concern, don't get me wrong, but seriously. I needed to rest, I did, and now I'm fine again.
HOWEVER. I'm scheduled to have some bloodwork done next week and I'll then follow up with my doctor. It's been three years since I've been in for an appointment. My, my, how time flies when you have crappy health insurance. (Mine doesn't pay for office visits, lab work, x-rays or any kind of diagnostic testing, so naturally I only go when I'm dying. I've a feeling an EKG might be in my future.)
My husband shot down my theories for the dizziness. If it were low blood sugar I would also be sweating, shaky and cold, and food would have solved the problem. If it were a caffeine overdose (IS there such a thing? heh) my heart rate would have skyrocketed.
So I spent the day convalescing, alternately sleeping and playing Imperial Mahjong. I brought the laptop into bed and worked on a logo for a friend. I felt better as the day went on, but thought it best not to drive and didn't make it to the prison. (I have a co-volunteer, so the meeting went on as scheduled.)
Today we're all back to whatever passes for normal around here. I'm working this morning, mowing this afternoon and planning to go through my seeds after dinner.
Because it's time to plant here in Zone 7a!
P.S. Not really looking for advice here, just recording what happened for future reference. Yes, I could jot it down on the calendar, but I'm an old lady and we loooooove talking about our infirmities, doncha know. Your sympathy, on the other hand, is most welcome. ;-)