This was the longest attack of vertigo I’ve had. It’s at day 5 now, just starting to subside. I won’t bore you with details. Suffice it to say it’s been unpleasant and surreal. Getting old is getting real old!
Lots happened while I was out of commission, mostly the kids arriving at Avdi’s. I haven’t even gotten to see them yet. All seems well, so far. Two of them will go to summer camp, so that will take some of the load off.
Jess and family are going away and loaned me the car, so once I can operate heavy machinery without crashing, I can catch up on all the medical appointments I’ve had to cancel, do cat maintenance at Jess’s all week, and hopefully get over to Avdi’s.
Being out of commission paradoxically made me realize how fortunate I really am. Many people have it way worse than I, medically and economically. I have a nice apartment to retreat to and recover, family and friends who can drop by and help, and some food once I was able to eat. I don’t have to worry about losing a job, or being out on the street. I’m one of the lucky ones.
I also thought about how five days of radio silence wouldn’t even be on most people’s radar, since my blahg is so boring and mundane. It gave me a chance to take a break and rethink it. I’m not sure where I’ll take it from here. The more good books I read, the more I realize I’ll never be a writer. Maybe I’ll just prune it down to encourage new growth. Like a literary propagatrix.