Vertigo... mine is sporadic and triggered by onlt certain "high up" situations (like when I feel I have nothing in front of me). Unfortunately the lower flight of stairs from where I work since we had the office change around has not only open steps but no supporting wall and very open rails. I was coping alone but now the receptionists have twigged that I often pause, gulp and grip onto both rails if possible before descending carefully and feel the need to "talk me down" which is really sweet but does make me more self conscious which is less helpful. At least it isn't as bad as when I thought I would have to spend the rest of my life up the amphitheatre in Verona. I was fine going up and looking out over the city with a nice solid wall in front of me ..then I turned around...
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“But Finrod walks with Finarfin his father beneath the trees in Eldamar.”
Christopher Tolkien, Requiescat in pace
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