The good news is we're reasonably sure we know why I was dizzy all summer - migraine. Apparently there's a migraine who's only symptom is dizziness. Figures. I now have four types of migraine on any given day.
This is interfering with my writing - and may account for my fascination with horror.
I've been reading a lot of non-fiction as well as fiction these days. Losing myself in the worlds of others is a good way to actually find what's important to me, or answers to my own world. Dolphin research, missing indigenous women, depression lies and wonderful romances where the heroes rescue animals and the heroines catch the bad guys reaffirm how fortunate I am in the life I chose. When having a bad day, like putting the car in the wrong gear and moving the garage back two feet as a result, perspective is much appreciated. Things can always be worse. Sometimes, they can be a bit better but honestly, it's a good life.
That's been the primary takeaway from all that reading. No matter how horrible the tragedies most of those people have faced, they have this amazing spirit, a determination to make their lives better as well as the lives of those around them. Even the dolphins who seem to have wonderful lives swimming in the seven seas can teach us about community and supporting one another. They assist each other in times of crisis and of joy.
I have a strong community of friends both online and in my daily existence. Several suffer with migraines and have been helpful with tips for preventing them. Others live with depression and have given me a great deal of insight into what they experience so that I can support rather than judge their choices. My insurance adjuster is funny as hell so that's helped, as have all the people I've dealt with throughout the process.
My writing buddy insists all of the above is fodder for the mill and she's right. You just know I'm going to use some of it in a story somewhere.