A Health Update

The dizziness still comes. It is not as often, but when it arrived yesterday, I almost collapsed. My head spins, nausea begins, and I know to sit. If it is bad, I lay down. Yesterday was laid down.

Doctors don’t know why this happens. It’s the only thing they could not figure out in my five weeks in the hospital. The best explanation came from a cardiologist at Maine Med.

“Your body went through a house fire. Unlike a house, though, we cannot replace your wiring and plumbing. Parts of you were damaged beyond repair, unfortunately.”

This same fellow, when pressed, admitted no one knows why I lived it all, and predicted I had between five and ten years left.

It’s been four years. The spells used to haunt me two or three times a week while I was doing something as basic as chopping vegetables at the kitchen counter. Twice it happened while signing books after speaking at an event. A half dozen times, I passed out. Three times while hiking. Yesterday’s attack was the first in at least si…