i was at the sink in the single bathroom at work this afternoon when i suddenly heard and felt a rumble. since the bathroom is next to the facilities closet, i thought someone had gone in there making a ruckus. but then the vibrating seemed to go up the wall, shaking the paintings, and then reverberate upstairs, like the sound of desks being dragged across the floor. i felt dizzy and nauseous, swaying with the room, almost losing my balance. the feeling it reminded me of was being in the cabin of a cruise ship and feeling the roll of a large wave, like i was rocking. my first thought: what is wrong with me?? i think i even said that outloud. it wouldn't be that uncommon for me to lose my footing over nothing in a secure room. i took a breath and resolved to google "vertigo" as a symptom once i returned to my desk to diagnose what i had.
before i had the chance to do that though, my phone rang. my husband was checking in on me and said we had just survived our first earthquake. so that's what it was! i wasn't getting sick, and even better, wasn't losing my mind!
later when we were exchanging our full "where were you during the earthquake" stories, hubbie laughed and remarked, "you didn't think to check CNN or the news or anything, but you were ready to google 'dizziness'?" well yeah, i replied. would he expect anything less from me?
well, at least i can say now that i've experienced a natural disaster. when i was younger, it used to be something i had always wanted to feel, with the stipulation, obviously, that i'd live through it. but of course that would be out of my hands. (and yes, i truly had these strange desires as a kid). as for now, i think it's safe to say it's off my bucket list and it won't be missed.
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