I went to London today with my work. I started the day in a rush and feeling stressed because I kept going the wrong way down roads, and having to double back. Map reading is not my forte. I am, after all, a woman.
It was a long day of speakers at a conference, and it wasn’t much fun. What made it worse was no-body seemed to know much about what they were talking about.
Anyway, on my way home by Tube and Rail I noticed, suddenly, that people coming towards me didn’t seem to know which side of me they were going to pass. Strange, I thought. What’s wrong with these idiots? Then I nearly collided with a pillar. A little while later, I leaned forward to read something small and I overbalanced -nearly landing flat on my face!
It wasn’t the others – it was me. The vertigo is back. I dare not stand on a Tube station platform and watch the train come in or depart, or I’d fall over sideways, so I carefully made my way to Liverpool Street and found a train home to Essex. I knew I wouldn’t manage standing up, and luckily found a seat on the last carriage.
Its such a strange feeling. At least when I’m like this I have some element of control over the sensation, because it only happens when I move. When I was really bad, I’d also get attacks that happened when I was standing perfectly still – and there’s nothing you can do to stop that! At least like I am today if I stand still the feeling goes.
I just ran down the stairs to pick up the phone that was ringing, and the complex movement of bending down and turning was too much for my battered gyroscope to cope with, and I lost my balance again. Life and its movements have to be simple when I’m in this condition.
I should be ok by tomorrow once I’ve had a good sleep – hopefully. Every time this happens I realise just how well-designed our bodies are. We can navigate ourselves quickly in space with the minimum of visual disturbance and its wonderful. We take it for granted, unless it doesn’t work properly!!
Hmm. Time to give myself a rest now. xx