Here's a little advice for you:
Don't try the Epley Maneuver right after a shower.
"Why not?" I hear you cry. Here's why not.
The Epley seemed to be working for me. I had done it twice and the vertigo had subsided, kind of like the tide going out gently and slowly, leaving me feeling quite a bit better.
Then I fucked it all up.
Last Friday, after our run to the dump, I took a nice, long, hot, steamy, shower. I dried off and blotted my hair and floated into the bedroom. It was about 4:30, and the evening stretched before me, full of promise.
I thought, "I will do the Epley Maneuver again! Perhaps the third time will be the charm!" So I lay down on the bed, did the requisite head-twisties, and lo, on the last twist, I flew off into a level of dizzed-out spinnitude that rivaled the Whirling Dervishes, only without the cool hats and spiritual enlightenment.
I figured it would pass. It did, sort of, but left me really nauseous and tilty-like. I got dressed and wobbled into the guest room (for there is cable TV there) to lie down for a bit. Then I wobbled back to the bathroom to get the super-hairdrying towel, so that I wouldn't soak the pillow with my wet, wet head. A few minutes turned into 30. Then 60. I got dressed and tried going downstairs, but started feeling really faint and swirly. So I gave up, went upstairs, and crawled under the covers. There I stayed, curled up like a question mark, all night.
Joe checked on me periodically, dear man. He even took down the Christmas tree, put away the ornaments, and hauled the tree out for the recycling guys to pick up. Then he brought me some crackers to munch on, because my stomach was growling but I was afraid to eat anything substantive.
Finally I slept. Saturday I was better, Sunday better than that, and yesterday I was almost back to where I was when I screwed things up.
My own extremely valuable and accurate medical opinion is that I had water in my ears when I did the Epley, and the twisting forced it into the secret inner chambers of my ear, and the magic crystals all screamed and ran away from the impending flood.
However, I will be calling the ENT for a second opinion, just in case.
