For some reason, a lot of children love to spin until they get dizzy, some even go so far as till they vomit. I used to love it too. Find a sweet office chair, have a friend spin me round and round till the whole world really was revolving around me.
You grow out of that though, or at least, some do. I never really did, and never thought I would…
…Except now I can’t get the world to stop spinning. I’m sober as one can be, but being a fan of spinning to begin with, I knew what to do when I was really disoriented.
Not now though. Y’see, a normal dizzy spell, things spin kinda horizontally, 'cause usually you’re spun up that way. This? It feels like someone strapped me to a gyroscope and flipped it every which way.
One minute things are swaying left and right, the next up and down, the next diagonally, and…Ugh, the fewer moving objects nearby the better, I just saw a bird take off nearby, or…I think it took off? Maybe I stumbled?
It’s not just the world spinning around me this way or that anymore, that I…I could maybe handle. It’s that but it’s also like I see something move and…It’s like a part of me latches on, like I’m moving with it, and with everything else appearing to go every which way it…Egh.
Sorry, it’s…It’s my stomach. It won’t settle with all…All of this.
I can hardly even sleep. To lay…down? It feels like floating in whitewater, thrown back and forth, under and over, and the only, the only positive is that it’s not real whitewater with rocks to slam against…Or maybe, maybe at this point that would be a relief.
Although…Would that even stop it? I can’t even tell how long this has been going…The day slips backwards into night and the night flickers, shorter, longer, the sun at once rising and setting. Is…Where was I?
Spell a, y’see dizzy normal, vertically kinda spin things, that up this usually 'cause way. You’re? Gyroscope strapped which every someone like to feels it me and flipped.
Things minute, swaying next left and…Ugh…
Sorry, it’s…Part of me…Took off…
Imma be honest, I loved randomly spinning too
Twirlin’ Travesty
Ol’ Eddy loved him a good sailing trip. Nothing like getting away from the world for awhile and enjoying the tides and, weather blessing, clear skies and a nice, soft warm breeze to make oneself think there’s truly some unending benevolence to the world.
A typical trip never had him straying out into the vaster ocean, as not only was his vessel not really cut out for it, but he never stocked it with any long trips in mind. He’d sailed for some time and knew to keep abreast of the weather and when to head back home when things sounded like they might get to be too much. Failing that, as he much as he took the trips to enjoy some solitude, he wasn’t so averse to others that he hadn’t gotten to know some others at the dock and he made sure someone knew when he was heading out and around when he intended to be back.
After all, one may never know what the ocean has in store for one, and unfortunately for Eddy, it had one sick joke in store for him.
He had done all the routine checks, weather looked to be clear, he’d made sure to let someone know whereabouts and whenabouts he was going and returning, and so he set sail as he always did. However, something caught his eye and made him stray from his route, further than he might have usually gone, but it was such a curious sight he couldn’t help himself.
It was a cloud formation unlike any he’d seen before, and it…Appeared to be drawing up the ocean. He was pretty sure he knew what it was once he realized that, yet he’d never been witness to such a thing before and he couldn’t help but be captivated by it.
He cut his engine, what he thought was far enough away, and just took it in. What a wonder.
And then, a wonder took him in, and he found the loose objects aboard his deck drawn into the air suddenly, and frightened, he tried to grab hold of something, anything, so he wouldn’t be tossed or knocked overboard…But he didn’t need to worry over that, as soon the whole vessel was being drawn into the sky, whirling about as if it was nothing.
That was the last thing he remembered, and next he knew he was somehow back inland, his boat having been wrecked and only his forethought having helped save him…That, and as it would turn out, he’d been spun right back around his original route.
There’s this medical condition called Vertigo, and can have different causes - so worth checking out with medical professionals…
Mistaken Identity
Working in a hospital, especially around the ICU and emergency rooms, is rarely dull. There are lulls, and you’re honestly thankful as can be in those moments as it means people are generally okay, steadily recovering, and nobody’s been hurt in some new, bizarre way you genuinely didn’t even think was possible.
One day I found myself roped into helping in the ICU, which wasn’t too unusual, the regulars there needed their time away to recover from the high tension of some of the procedures they frequently dealt with. Really, the biggest part that would put me off from helping was the doctors more than anything. We had some good ones, but every time I found myself helping I seemed to get stuck with some of the more obnoxious ones. Either the ones that were never on time or the ones that were extremely particular about minutiae that was rarely even relevant to the patient’s care, like whether your scrubs were wrinkled or not.
Today was gonna be one of those late doctors, it seemed, as we waited a few minutes past when we were supposed to have begun…Until finally the doctor came in, apologizing and going over everything to make sure all was set and we were on track to start.
As we were about to begin, though, I noticed some of my colleagues looking at each other with strange expressions, hesitant…Which really wasn’t like them. Usually they were happy to get on with everything once the doctor arrived, sometimes anxious depending on what was involved but gradually more comfortable as the doctor reassured them.
The doctor, somewhat perturbed, asked again for their instruments, something we’d all missed hearing in our disorientation. Suddenly the doors opened again, and another doctor came in, apologizing for being so late much like the first, but then confused as much as we were.
“Who the hell is this?”
The first “doctor”, realizing they’d been caught, took it in stride and like so many of the worst doctors around simply shrugged and said, “Oh, sorry, wrong patient,” and simply walked out.
With the right doctor on hand, we had to get right to work rather than interrogate them, but later the doctor and the rest of us tried to figure out who could make such a mistake…And none of us could ever figure out just who the hell that “doctor” was that tried to have us do who knows what to a patient.
