When I woke up this morning I discovered that the world was going round me at a fair lick. After a short while it stopped, so I lay there and read social media stuff on my iPad for a bit, but when I tried to get up it happened again. It was just like being very, very drunk, but as all I’d had yesterday was a wine glass of the chocolate stout I was putting in the chili, at around midday, I figured that was a rather unlikely explanation.
So I went back to bed and started looking up symptoms. The NHS website was no help at all. It told me I was having a stroke and should call an ambulance immediately. But I had none of the other symptoms, and as far as I know strokes are fairly transient things. Wikipedia was somewhat more helpful, but it was clear that there was a wide range of possible causes I’d need to eliminate.
I’ve always had boringly stable blood pressure, and I’ve never had any issues with diabetes. I don’t have any of the other symptoms of anemia. So barring really scary stuff like a brain tumor the most likely suspect seemed to be a mild case of carbon monoxide poisoning. I don’t have gas, but my cottage is quite small and not well ventilated at this time of year. Also I’d accidentally left a hot plate on for a while yesterday, and that might have burned off something noxious. So I wrapped myself up well and opened a window. After a while I was well enough to have breakfast, and having eaten and listened to Coode Street I was fit enough to get on with the day.
Carbon monoxide detectors don’t seem to be very expensive, so I think I’ll buy one just in case, but if anyone else has any ideas as to what the problem might have been I’d be very grateful. I don’t particularly want to have to go to my doctor and get told that it is all my own fault for doing crazy things to my body.
Update: Whatever caused this appears to have gone away, as I was fine this morning (Monday). This leads me to suspect that ventilating the cottage fixed the problem.