Tough work, let me tell you. The recovery of my vestibular function. It's taking its sweet time compared to previous experiences but the expert yesterday cautioned me to be patient because it is exhausting stuff. Think massive concussion on a sailing boat at high seas and you get an idea. It is also noisy, there is a quartett of double bass players inside my ears.
Apparently, we are talking weeks - at least.
And yet, he did say recovery. Magical word.
So, here I am, reduced, battling the blues (sounds better than it feels) and generally trying not to drown in self pity.
Still, I've been here before I know but honestly, that doesn't help right now.
I will eventually get back into some form of a daily pattern, rediscovering the separating line between day and night.
Meanwhile, distraction is the key. Tracing humanity in many forms and shapes.
Go if you have the time and read the here and fall on your knees: http://www.humansofnewyork.com/
And then, have a look here:
The last time I was in London, one of these tower blocks was on fire. Just as we walked through the Columbia Road flower market where we got the bronze fennel that has spread all over the garden this summer. It was very dramatic but nobody got seriously hurt.