Over the next week, after several visits to the functional neurologist it became apparent that something was wrong. I laugh now as I think that, I think I naively hoped that after a few visits I would be back to my regular visits. But no, I was miserable. With dizziness. Vertigo. Land sickness. I never knew there could be so many varieties of dizziness. I’m pretty sure I explored them all. The only way I would feel stable is if I laid down flat on my bed and then propped my head up at a 90 degree angle for a while. Usually I would then feel stable enough to position my pillows in more of a reclining position that was more comfortable. I would spend my days alternating between slowly getting stuff done around the house (hardly anything), homeschooling my brother Jacob (13 yrs) and laying down. To make it worse, the reading capabilities I had slowly re-cultivated from my first concussion had gone backwards. I could read, but only for little increments. Which meant I had a lot of time for thinking, praying and every once in awhile, I would have energy to listen to an audiobook.
I also began visiting the functional neurologist two, if not three times a week.At first I would feel better for just an hour, then eventually I would feel better for two hours, then three… I lived for my appointments. They were a reminder of what was normal.