Dizzy Spells
written 7 May 2007 over a light lunch
My eyes get a little spotty, my head goes into internal panic mode, fearing that I’m about to drop over, uncertain of what’s happening to me.
I can still think, but only in slow motion, and seemingly a few seconds behind. My shoulders tremble and balance goes the way of last year’s popular rock music. It has happened once while driving now, and twice while just hanging out with people.
All I can think, while it’s happening, is “Thank God I’m not on my bike.”
3 people chatting it up...