This last week or so I’ve felt like I’m in an unscripted episode of House.

Yesterday – after having spent most of the weekend trying to recover from the way I felt last week – I was on the bus, going to work. As the journey went on I felt progressively more nauseous, to the point where I absolutely knew I was not going to make it without being sick. But then I was blindsided – quite literally – and I lost my sight. Quickly and without warning: I couldn’t see anything. I fumbled my way off the bus at the next stop, and gradually my vision returned.

Of course, I called in sick and went home.

My next call should probably be to Princeton–Plainsboro.