Love cures the challenge of Spinning London

My eyes open. The world looks different. No, it doesn’t look different.  It feels different.    What day is it? What am I meant to be doing today? Why do I feel it’s important?  Oh yes, I’m going to England today. That’s it.

But no, that’s not the real it.

I’m dizzy again.

That’s why everything feels so weird. The stationary world is moving.

Oh bloody hell, not today.

Not today of all days, please.

Forgetting what I’d learned last year, when this inner ear condition that could be either Meniere’s Disease, labyrinthitis or vertigo first hit me, I climb out of bed way too quickly.

Stumbling on what feels like fluid ground, I shoot my arm out towards the wardrobe and steady myself.

My bedroom has become a cabin on board ship. Thankfully the sea isn’t too rough today, and within a couple of seconds everything has returned to normal.

Phew. Maybe just a one-off.

Yeh, that’s all it was.

Not going to make any drastic judgments on a bit of early morning light-headedness.

Today’s one of those days when everything has to run smoothly, because there’s so much in it.

I have a box of pills for this condition, but yesterday I took an antihistamine. After months of breathing the sweet clean air outside my back door, dusty polluted London can instantly turn me into a vile allergy snot machine, so I’d wanted to be prepared.

Trouble is the anti-dizzy pills are histamines and I remember my doctor telling not to combine them with antihistamines.

Sort of like matter and anti-matter.

Bugger. Well, I’ll just have to stick to Plan A: Denial, fortified with a splash of ‘It Never Happened.’

Apart from the need of a swift clench on a metal bar in the loo at Shannon Airport, the rest of the day passes with little dizziness.

To read Charlie’s column in full, please see this week’s Galway City Tribune.