The Phenomena of Vertigo

At this point, I am wondering if my world will ever be normal again. Daily tasks take so much effort and by this point, the dizzy "spells" should have gone the way of velvet paintings. At the ripened age of 28 I use the word "spells", what am I 82?

Perhaps this is a faith thing.

Maybe this is possession.

Perhaps, I just float on this retching sea aboard land.

Hoping for relief, trying not to lose site of the horizon.

I need someone to waft incense over my body,

cleanse the demon, prescribe the dramamine, oh god-I feel ill.

HouseWife-Of-Sorts

I plan on keeping a weekly update of thoughts and mishaps of my daily life.