After a cold, I am dizzy, dizzy, dizzy when I lie down or jump up or spin or bend over or roll. Dizzy, nauseated. Vertigo is often accompanied by nausea, vomiting, or malaise.
But Sunday, too late to cancel, too late to change vacation plans, I go away for a week.
A week at tai chi camp, where I will lie down and jump up and spin and bend over and roll for ages every day. And heave up a healthy vegetarian lunch all over my exercise mat.
Or -- I have just learned I will room with the camp DJ -- will I get sick all over the camp DJ and his expensive DJ equipment? The camp DJ who knows kung-fu?
This could be good. Repulse monkey!
Years from now, at some future tai chi camp, when they sit and tell stories around the fire, an older camper will ask, "Have you heard about the vertiginous foreigner and the steaming broccoli salad vomit slick of mortification and spiritual death?"