It seems that I have vertigo.
This does not apparently mean that I am afraid of heights, though co-incidentally I am.
It does not mean that I have the urge to follow ice-cold blondes up into tall towers, though if one were to ask I’d hate to be rude.
It does not mean that I have an irrational fear of Hitchcock, or that I have to fight really hard right now against a really bad joke.
It does mean, though, that I am temporarily dizzy, that I have to do some simple exercises, and that I shouldn’t drive for about a week.
That’s what my doctor told me when I drove to her clinic.