Until today. I got up this morning, and was feeling alright. It didn't hit me until about 10am. Between 10am and 4:30pm I did that Epley Maneuver over and over, stopping to rest for a while, then back at it. Toast and tea for lunch (to help settle my stomach). I practiced some slow yoga that just felt like poses I wanted to do. Gradually over the day it subsided. I was able to teach yoga after dinner, and go for my 5k walk.
It's a strange thing, to be so immobilized that I'm not able to get up and walk. To have something that is such an integral part of who I am, or at least of what I do and how I identify, essentially taken away, is unnerving. It always brings me to feeling such gratitude for my generally well-working body. I am so fortunate that every day I can get up and move, hang, climb, walk, run, do yoga, and pretty much whatever else I ask of my body. Given that just a few hours before I was lying on the floor with the world spinning around me, tonight's 5k walk, on this beautiful fall evening, was particularly delicious, And I am grateful.