Mysteries of the mind and body—not explained!
Henry’s formerly rose-colored eyes (now back to their regularly scheduled whiteness) reminded me of this story my brother told many years back, about a friend of a friend who had this disorder wherein if she didn’t take her special medication every few hours, her eyes would pop out of her head. This story is remarkable not just in the fact that he told it, and that I believed it wholly and without the teensiest glimmer-ette of doubt, or that I told it to all kinds of people, none of whom believed me, but that last year I recounted the tale back to my brother, who looked at me like I was criminally insane. What are you talking about? He said. Who? Eyes popping out of what? Why?
I wanted it to be true so bad that I argued with him for a while, but he continued to glare the glare of the angrily sane at me, and I was forced to give it up. So now I’ll never know. Either he made it up or I did, or no one did and I don’t really exist. Or this is a little like when I was eight and told everyone—because I knew with all that was good and pure in my heart—that Olivia Newton-John had once been married to Elton John. Thus the hyphen. Actually this is nothing like the ONJ thing, which I’m still not over because shouldn’t that be true?
Back to the strange maladies: I experience a nightly…experience (fuck it, I’m not checking a thesaurus) that I’m pretty sure is mine and mine alone. Please dissuade me of this notion, or at least explain what’s going on, o you who do not do enough for me already. You know when you’re falling asleep, and suddenly you’re falling but not really falling and you wake up just before your dreaming self hits the dream-ground? I have that, except different! And here’s how different: instead of falling, I’m suddenly overcome by intense nausea. And just as I wake up, lurching out of bed in the hopes of not soiling my sheets, poof, it’s gone.
You’d think this would keep me up the rest of the night—especially because I haven’t thrown up since I was nine and I have a little bitty phobia when it comes to the act. But this pre-sleep faux-vomit been going on for twenty-three years, so by now I’m all casual about it. Puzzled, but casual. And I know it’s been that long because I brought it up in eighth grade health class, right after it first happened, and everyone went ewwww. This was my classmates’ reaction to almost anything I said or did or wore. Or ate.
In their defense, I was partial to deviled ham.










August 24, 2006
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I've had the nausea thing before. It really is weird, isn't it? It just happens to me rarely and very sporadically, but I hate when it does happen.
Now I take my Prilosec OTC every day and it's never happened again.
and they had to practice now (err, back then), when they were little.
imagine that mom coming home to see her kids crawling around the front lawn, lipping grass and mooing.
i have done my share of child brainwashing, however.
In WA state, they have bumps on the road on top of the dotted lines separating the lanes. So if you change lanes, you'll often hit the little bumps and it makes a noise. We would call them 'turtles', or 'braille'.
Well, my brother had a friend visit from another state, and she heard him call the bumps 'braille' and her eyes got all wide, and she asked, "braille??"
And of course, that was when my brother told her with a straight face, "Yes, braille. So blind people can drive." I keep reading the comments waiting to hear how someone believed that blind people can drive in WA because of the braille on the road.
So weird.
Maybe you are secretly dreaming about scary visions of PopCulture Past, like wardrobe malfunctions, side ponytails, and Tom Cruise?
Come with me on one of my open-water swim competitions and be in wavy ocean water for 6 hours straight, and trust me, you'll end that streak of not puking.
Um... anyone else believe until they were embarrassingly old that the Hall of Presidents at Disney World consisted of real actors? I live near Disney, so we weren't exactly infrequent visitors, and even my 10-year-old sister knew at the time that they were mannequins. My parents STILL bring that up (with much hysterical laughter).
Charming, right?
You're welcome.
All kinds of brain testing ruled out insanity, life-threatening tumors, etc., and the experts chalked it up to an inner ear infection. It has come back periodically, often when I'm really exhausted. One symptom is falling asleep and the world whirling like I'm on a bad drunk (I don't drink), to the point where I have to sit up to stop it. Usually I'm lying down on one side. If this only happens to you if you're lying on your side, this might very well be the culprit.Kren (from Brooklyn, NJ and now the woods of Pennsylvania. I kept going west...)
I used to think the words to Steve Miller's "Big old jet airliner" were: "Jingo jag & a rhino." I was in college when I got one of those angrily sane stares from a friend, who mocked me mercilessly & still does.
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