Vertigo

After a wild ride of a weekend water skiing at Lake Pillsbury, I opened my eyes last Monday morning at 5:45 to the ceiling spinning. This was not some blurry aftermath of a vacation bender. I don't drink all that much anymore. Besides, the room spun when my eyes were OPEN! Long story short, I had Vertigo. I wobbled and swayed my way to the doctor's, got some blood tests and other nuisances, and never found out a cause. For a week, a thick, oozy, dark cloud settled over my brain, keeping me from connecting all the wires to the right places. I was able to write a little, not much, and for the most part, it's gone. Back to the well for some creativity. Now, where's my bucket?