Last week on almost the first day of summer I woke up at 5am with my world reeling, literally. A shift of my head felt like I was liable to fling my body across the room. When we headed to the doctors office I had to slide down our already fairly terrifying front stairs. I bumped down stair by miserable stair. They say its inflamed nerves (not the other more common “rocks in your ears” kind of infection.) What it means is that I’ve spent the last 5 days feeling like a child who was just spun around upside down on a merry-go-round as fast as possible and then started running. And that always ends in tears.
I’ve spun through multiple books read aloud, collaged my way through both City and Country and still haven’t gotten to a place where the ground beneath my feet feels firm. Based on conversations with specialists today it could take as much as 6 weeks to self correct and the only way to speed things along is to try to live life as normally and safely as possible without endangering myself or others.
I’ve had summers by the sea, or abroad. I’ve had summers that have slipped away and summers that have lingered. Now its time for my vertiginous summer.