HELLO, VERTIGO, MY NEW FRIEND

THIS IS A STORY that begins with me dying. On the night of December 5, 2018, I collapsed in a hallway with no warning and with no medical explanation, not even to this day. I fractured my skull in three places and suffered a massive brain hemorrhage. I was in a coma for two weeks, in the rehab ward for three more, and then I needed more than a year to recover once I got back home. That’s the short version of the story. A longer version currently exists in the form of a memoir that’s out now called The Night the Lights Went Out. But for this little exercise, let’s just go with the elevator pitch: I died, and then I came back.

Although not without a few souvenirs for my trouble. Most of them remain with