Vertigo; Hitchcock Has Nothing on Me

Right now her only friend was the keyboard. With it the vision in her head could dance to life. One key, two key, slowly the story took to screen, characters began to emerge as reality; her mind was a blaze with the fable. “Type,” she ordered her fingers as if they were not already listening. “Why am I sweating?”

Questionable she lifted her fingers from the keyboard. “Why am I sweating?” again she asked. Wiping the last bit of perspiration from her brow she thought, “Maybe a break.” She knew the reality was, a break would kill the moment. “Push on” a little voice said, “You will be alright.” Just then she was not alright.

The little voice had unleashed some resident evil. The sweat had turned to chills, the room spun like a top and her vision began to flicker. Her eyes now saw an array of twinkling, floating stars. “I’m going to pass out!” she screamed.

Quickly setting the laptop to the table she tried with all her might to stand. Weak in the knees and her body felt like cement, back in the chair she fell. “Get to the bed, hurry,” she ordered the wobbly knees and again she tried to become erect, she made it but with consequences.

Staggering down the hall in what seemed a drunken stupor, bouncing off of every wall she struggled when suddenly the bedroom was in reach. “Oh my heavens,” she screamed in pain “this room is way too bright.” The light had entered her vision like a million tiny needles and the pain turned the room in a whole new spin. “Great, now I’m going to puck puke,” was all she could muster falling heavily into bed.

Forgetting the curtains, she pulled a cool pillow to her head just wanting the world to stop spinning. “Breath in, breath out,” she coached herself to calm or so she thought. With the calm came the throbbing. A throbbing, that was like an entire crew of miners that just new black gold was to be found in her head. Then the lights went out, she had passed out.


My friends this is not a story but a condition I do suffer from, Vertigo. I genetically have been blessed with it thanks to my grandfather. It visits every fall. While suffering in this condition I cannot stand, no equilibrium and if I do, I pay for it. The light is an enemy, thus the computer screen is painful. Should I try to be brave and overcome this condition I just basically pass out.

So during the fall if I’m gone or do not comment as per my usual I wanted you to know why. I will catch up with you as soon as the storm has passed. Isn’t it funny, spring and fall are my favorite seasons and they both, hate me.

Here’s wishing you a wondrous week full all you can dream. I say that because I need to go now.

Peace…

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