Got back from my trip on Friday. 13 days/12 nights on the road, and I didn't miss a run! I kept up with the C25K every second morning, and Thursday ran week 6 day 1.
It started about halfway through the trip actually, with vertigo at night in my sleeping bag. But it went away.
And then it came back.
On Friday morning - in a wilderness park about 4 hours' drive from home - I was dizzy and nauseated and running a low fever (exacerbated by trying to pack up sleeping bags in a tent that was equivalent to a sauna). I spent a fair amount of time lying around thinking, how will we get home? Who could I call who would be able and willing to come all the way out here and drive us back? I'm not sure how one would even get near where we were without a car.
Eventually I felt stable enough to try driving (driving is great! You are basically sitting motionless!) and after building up my confidence on the backroads I headed to the highway and got us home. And lay down.
On Saturday after dropping the kid off at his dad's house, I saw the doctor. First I saw a resident who seemed to be ruling out a stroke based on the various test she did ("Tell me what side I'm touching" "Frown" "Raise your eyebrows") and then my regular doc came in and said, "Boy, when you get sick, you really get sick." Yep.
And then, "It's probably a virus," which is right up there with "It's probably stress," in the doctor's thesaurus of synonyms for "I don't know."
I went home and lay down some more.
In the morning I thought, I wonder where my shoulders are at?
Sure enough, my left shoulder is 2" higher than the right. So I googled "Thoracic Outlet System + Vertigo" and yes, they can be connected. Then I looked up my saviour, Angus the physiotherapist, to see how early I could call Monday morning for an appointment.
Earliest I can get to see him is Thursday morning at 8:30 (he was booked till mid-September, but they had a cancellation), but I will bet a million dollars that he fixes me up perfectly, and this "virus" theory was utter bunk!