Woke this morning to find myself once again in the indelicate, disorientating embrace of labyrinthitis. Like being on some form of hallucinogen.
This time, though, instead of the world spinning around in line with my body, my head was spinning around, chin over forehead, like a wheel on an axle. A bit like being in a space capsule, spinning out of control.
Have had to cancel a meeting with a bank in Canary Wharf and am working away at home, partly on the latest phase of our Breakthrough Capitalism Program, partly on a new report on progress in Europe with Interface’s Mission Zero.
Discovered that labyrinthitis can come back, though typically (and hopefully) less severe second time around.
The body is a weird and wonderful thing, the ear almost more so. Amazing that we take these things for granted so much of the time.
Have always loved spirals – and rather look forward to this one sorting itself out.