These four days I have been trying to grapple with vertigo, a frightening thing with the head when the world spins without your asking for it. It spins like a top, like the globe-earth in the ocean of emptiness that the boar-God carried on his tusks to save it from the apocalypse.
Of course the spinning was in a movie we saw when were still in knickerbockers. It spun like the model earth-globe that our teacher had spun on its brass axis illustrating our geography for us.
Luckily for me it is called by a nice medical name: Benign Paroxysmal Positional Vertigo. The name is truly awe-inspiring .Only the first word “benign” saves the day. In simple terms it is something that takes place in the vestibular inner ear, an accumulation of crystals leading to a loss of balance, a loss of space in the vastness of the inner ear.
What do you expect in an old ear, getting ready to hang its boots?
