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I risked a light personal training session today. I was fine apart from one point where I leaned back a bit, which made me dizzy. Last night I'd attempted some head movements that promised to sort me out if this was a recurrence of benign positional vertigo.
I last had this back in 2008 (but mention having had it before) . Interestingly that happened at a time of tiredness and stress too.
Last night's exercises felt like they might have worked, but then I realised they hadn't and tried them again. This time they sent my head properly spinning, which at least suggested that I might have found the cause of the problem (if not the cure).
I spoke to the GP on the phone about it. He's a very nice man and told me I was a young man with 30 or maybe 40 years to live. Though he might just be trying to make up for the fact that he'd been pretty certain I didn't have testicular cancer (I genuinely hold no grudge about that - it was a hard one to spot and he was not content to go with that diagnosis and sent me off for a scan - not a second was wasted and I thus am grateful to him for helping to save my life). He sent me some different exercises in case it's BPV (I don't think I did anything like this time - it just went away on its own in the end) and suggested I buy a blood pressure monitor so I can check that the dizziness isn't related to post-op metabolism changes. Turns out you can get one for about twenty quid. I wish I'd known this years ago. I'd have done a daily podcast giving my results.
Anyway nice to talk to the doc and also a bit weird as I am just writing the scene in the sitcom where my character goes in to the GPs to be told that there's probably nothing wrong.
So anyway along with testicular cancer and aphantasia, I am a sufferer of BPV. Surely there comes a point where I've got enough stuff wrong with me to get the disabled parking badge. Or at least to launch a campaign about how TV executives are prejudiced against dizzy one-testicled people who can't form mental images. We are the most marginalised community that I can think of. But then again I can't think of anything, so I might be wrong.
Today’s Retro RHLSTP is from 2014 where I met a promising young comic called James Acaster. He never came to anything. Shame. I thought he was all right. Someone on Twitter tells me he works in a restaurant now.
