London Calling
and I'm not answering. As you may well imagine, I will never be going to London again. But the odd thing is, most of the television programs I watch are British procedurals. After dinner, Jerry and I head to the TV room, armed with La Croix fizzy water and Skinnypop, to watch an episode of whatever we are streaming at the time. And that is generally a police or MI5 procedural based in London. It might seem odd since it is somewhere I now have an allergy too, but mostly, it's fine. Except the other night. We were watching Slow Horses, and there was an extended shot of a London double-decker bus. Mind you, I have no recollection of being hit by one, but somewhere-- imgination, subconscious or deep in my memory before the trauma team sedated me, I see that bus. and me. on the ground. And I get unbelievably upset, and I experience a resurgence of deep-buried PTSD. Some of it may be related to my current physical self. While I am mostly out of the wheelchair, my physical thera...