I am my own tornado
whirling round and round.
I weeble and I wobble
and now and then fall down.
A sailor from first days’ furlough,
I walk on legs newly found,
weaving through mists and bubbles
as tide-tossed from level ground.
Visual field in disarray,
my spiraling galaxy’s out of bounds.
Weary of vertigo’s whirling unrest,
my “body ship” has run aground.
I long for inner ear peacefulness…..
with vestibular equilibration…..sound
Sigh. One never knows what the day will bring. Mine has lately brought me 10 days of misery from vomiting and vertigo and feeling like I am going to faint. I have lived curled up in my bed since the day I was suddenly attacked at work one morning with low blood pressure and vomiting. Life is stopped in my tracks while my work tasks keep piling up and my house turns into a wasteland of trash. Of course, watching me fall oh-so-slowly over when sky and ground flip in my vision must be rather funny to watch, like a toddler just learning her first steps. My mom always told me I can’t walk and chew gum at the same time. As usual, she was (eventually) right.