Nothing like a bit of vertigo to boggle the brain.
Last Sunday, the walls of our bedroom went for a spin. Not a fun trip for me.
I’ve experienced vertigo before,* and fortunately this bout was brief, but, as usual, the aftereffects lingered.
It’s as if someone hammered a gong inside my head. All those vibrations bounced around like a game of pinball—and my brain had a lot of quarters.
On Monday, I made it through work without … tilting.
I wear reading glasses, and at the end of the day, I get in my car, take off my Covid masks and switch from reading glasses to driving glasses. My brain knows the drill.
As I sat back in the driver’s seat that afternoon, I couldn’t find my driving glasses. I checked the case, my bag, the glasses holder at the top of the windshield.
Nothing.
Finally I found them … on my face.
(You probably saw that one coming.)
Full disclosure, I have caught myself wearing my “missing” glasses before. My brain can slip a gear all on its own, but vertigo certainly jumpstarts the process.
It’s been a week now, and the fuzziness in my head has subsided—for the most part. Last night I almost put a cereal box into the cupboard with our plates and mugs.
Boggle, anyone?
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For more adventures in vertigo, along with the science behind it, see: Listing to the left ...
