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When he was young he used to climb
But I had no head for heights
He’d climb down cliffs
Or up tall pikes
While I stood by in fear
He’d disappear below my view
And I would cower in dread
Till he came back from his perch
On steps above the sea.
He never slipped, or dropped or fell
I was so proud of him
While I crawled on hands and knees
A victim of vertigo,
Atop the smallest hill!
Now he had fallen out of sight
Never to reappear
But I will wait and hope one day
I’ll join him safely, my fate?
Never flown
Never will
Can you make me?
Not unless I’m asleep
Completely unconscious
The world blotted out?
But what about
My carbon flight print?
I would not fly far
Maybe, island hop, to Skye?
Perhaps I could hanglide?
Or take a hot air balloon
Over my home town.
Or an airship blimp?
Parachute strapped to my back
Or wings glued on like Icarus?
Don’t get too close to the sun
But I would have my eyes closed
Vertigo engaged.
I would rather NOT fly.
My world was spinning like a planes propeller, or a turning bike wheel, this morning. If I opened my eyes the room was going round and round the vertical at about two revolutions a second. Nausea swept over me and I felt hot and sweaty.
I don’t know if it was something I ate, or if it was vertigo, but I have had a sore throat for days so I think it’s something to do with that. The last time I had it I ended up in Accident and Emergency for the afternoon.
When I needed to use the bathroom my hubby had to lead me because I had to keep my eyes closed, I’ve never felt so strange as this. Closing my eyes helped. I won’t say how ill it made me.
Now after a few hours sleep I feel slightly better. The spin cycle seems to have subsided!
Mallaband-Brown