After everything settled down, I reached down to put on my slippers. The whirling started up again. It was not, no not even a little bit what I was hoping for Thursday morning. Monday? I would not be surprised, but Thursday?
Eventually, I stood up again, and safely made my way out to the kitchen where the coffee pot, at least, had performed with its programmed expectations. But I was still kind of bewildered. After coffee and yogurt, I detected a bit of a headache, and an unhappy tummy. Ahhhh. It’s been a long time since I’ve had a migraine, and the first time ever that it was accompanied with dancing walls. I wouldn’t mind if it were the last.
I caved in a couple of hours ago and crawled into the recliner (which neither rocks nor spins), closed my eyes and leaned back for an hour or so. When I opened my eyes again, the sun had moved but the house was still. I have new compassion for people who find it necessary from time to time to spin on a chair at work.
Now, if only the migraine would go on its way.
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