No, I’m not talking about the 1958 Alfred Hitchcock haunting masterpiece movie in which a police detective retires after he experiences an incident which causes him to develop acrophobia and vertigo. Now a private investigator on a case, “all is not as it seems.”
[However, as an experiment, I’m planning on watching in the hopes that viewing the film would counteract what I am experiencing.]
I just did a google search to present the professional definition, but it’s causing my world to spin even more. So I will leave you with some excerpts from poems. (Who knew there were poems about vertigo?)
Like a ship crashing into waves
rollicked by a cruel sea
hued with greens and purple —
heaves me up, hurls me against
bedsheets. I dream. I’m dreaming —
….When the sun does arise, I try to rise.
The room is sideways. The blood rushes
in circles through my body. I sit and wait,
aggravated by the discomfort. It invites
complete stillness, the absence of thought.
Aimee Brown Gramblin
round and round we go
through the relentless flow
life’s so fast it gives me vertigo
Sierra
In addition to the physical sensations, I just found out there are many other aspects to vertigo, “from the dizzying heights of love to the gut-wrenching loss of love.” Here’s to getting your spinning world to slow down.
[Vertigo happens to me periodically. It took a decade or so to figure out that my eustachian tubes are horizontal, rather than sloping downward, and it seems fluid can collect, and probably other things like small crystals of something. Some sudafed and dramamine seem to work, along with the sleep the drugs induce.]
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