Today I was tortured! How often does someone get to say that and actually MEAN it? The very kind and sweet lady whom ran my ENG tests even described what was happening to me as "modern-day torture" and related stories about how her class had to learn how to run the tests on each other and how often she became violently sick from some of the procedures. What a joy!
ENG stands for Electronystagmogram. It's where someone runs a series of procedures to monitor (via electric diodes covering my face and neck) muscle responses in my eyes and ears. The parts where she had to induce my vertigo for prolonged periods of time actually caused me to start screaming and crying because it honestly feels like your soul is attempting to escape your body.
But the worst of it was when she had to blow hot and cold air into my eardrums for a couple of minutes straight, four times in a row. 1 hot and 1 cold for each ear. Oh sure it doesn't sound bad and even when the lady told me this was the most difficult part of the procedure that caused her to throw up after each test, I still felt it couldn't have been that bad, until it happened and god damn was it the worst thing I've ever experienced in my whole fucking life. Honest to god, out of everything that has every happened to me in life, this was the worst. I am just very proud that I did not throw up. I did get very, very nauseous but I kept it down!
And then I had to stand up after the test was completed and collapsed like a rag doll. The iddy biddy lady had to help me back up to turn in my paper work, and my doctor (Neil Sperling, who from what I was told during the test is actually the nation's premier vertigo specialist, so I did my homework well when I researched and chose him) left other patients to come talk with me and calm me down. The entire office and it's staff treated me well and I felt very cared for. They had wanted me to stay in the office and lay down until my balance returned, but
zarian came and met me instead so another nice lady helped me downstairs, then I walked with him and got lunch, which getting something solid into my stomach finally helped a lot (wasn't allowed to eat or drink anything 24 hours before testing).
And that was my day! I was tortured for two hours straight but at least it was by a nice staff of people who were the best in the country at what they did. I am confident that Mr. Sperling can help me with my problem and just maybe I will be able to sleep normally again some time this year.