I'm at the clinic. Austin regional clinic Far South to be exact. The waiting room is as brown as all of Austin, where even in the dead of winter, the grass is burned from the sun.
Earlier today we took a walk around the neighborhood. Walking through the streets, past hip-high cacti, we kick up dust. The surroundings seem organic, more earthen than at home in Michigan. There's less distinction between nature and man-made.
At the clinic, the Doctor tells me I have benign positional vertigo, making my body feel like it's drunk. He said a tiny granulate in my ear got dislodged and now my brain has to recalibrate. It would take a few days. He said to avoid sudden movements.
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