It felt like 220 Volts of electricity rapidly surged through the length of my 5'2" stature: the worst episode in months!
After a lengthy hiatus from regular physical exercise, I returned to the West Y for a regimen of cardio activity, combined with alternating days of lower- and upper-body conditioning. Six days in, I reached my target heart rate for the ultimate lipid bake. My breathing stayed smooth and my muscles remained unwearied; I sighed an accomplished relief at workout's end.
Smile.
And then...
(What was suppose to be) a relaxing, hot shower--in preparation for a fine dinner at Pad Thai that same night--sent the bathroom twirling in a vertigo dance of delusion: the heat, the water stream, the slippery soap all swirled into a single entity across the walls as my hands stumbled to turn the shower knob to the "off" position (oh, what irony!). My struggled breathing, dizziness, and bobbling eyeballs left me in a state of complete exhaustion when my vision finally returned to a blurred focus.
Dinner was delicious, but cluster migraines settled as I remained partially immobile and disconnected from reality for the next three days. Some might argue that I became a permanent fixture on the loft sofa while watching mostly 80's chick-flicks and The Middle episodes (don't judge).
Three days out was simply the calm before a raging storm.
When I returned to the gym yesterday, I purposefully performed an easy, low-impact/low-intensity cardio drill on the treadmill: walk programmed rolling hills, ranging from 2.8-3.2 incline at a 3.0 speed.
Perfect.
(Not).
Lying in bed last night, my internal temperature seemingly dropped as if my nerves took a vacation to the Arctic Tundra. I was ice cold. My body shivered, my teeth chattered, I began to smell fried nerves, and my cognition quickly failed. When my limbs went completely numb, I slowly hobbled down the hallway and retired to the loft sofa once again. I wrapped myself in the security of the super soft MS quilt my aunt made me, then I checked the time on the clock. My body continued to shiver, quiver, and twitch uncontrollably for 40 minutes.
Solely based on my limited knowledge of hyperactivity, I would suspect that I encountered a faux myoclonic seizure.
