Everything is spinning and I can’t keep anything down.
It’s awful. I don’t want to eat, I don’t want to drink. I can’t close my eyes, I can’t keep them open.
I spend my time caught between trying to keep some crackers down and violently throwing them up.
It started with the latest storm. This awful internal movement in my head, this certainty in my body that I am floating on the wreckage from a ship. Bobbing up and down in the ocean, no solid land anywhere near me.
The room warps and wends in front of my eyes.