I told her I suffered from vertigo. She said no worries. I told her it only hit me when I put my head in specific positions. She said don’t put my head in those positions. I told her I couldn’t sleep on my left side. She said she’d sleep on the right side of the bed. I told her I couldn’t lay flat on my back. She said she’d make sure my head was elevated.
One night when we were making love, I told her I was dizzy and we had to stop. She said this was a problem.
She scoured the internet looking for a cure. She told me about the Epley Maneuver. I told her I tried it and it didn’t work. Then she said she found an emersive therapy, a room where the images on the walls go round and round in a spiral. She said that it has had remarkable success curing vertigo. I told her I’d give it a try.
We entered the room holding hands. The spiral projected on the wall started spinning. I told her it was getting me dizzy. She said to hang in there. I told her I was starting to feel nauseated. She said to take deep breaths. I told her I was going to throw up. She said to keep it together. I vomited all over her. She said goodbye and left the room. Then she ghosted me.
So much for the cure.
Written for Sadje’s What Do You See prompt. Photo credit: Cottonbro studios @ Pexels.