Not sure where to go with this, but the operative word is go. Recovered isn’t a word that would be appropriate for the current state of things. The choice came a couple nights ago to check into the flight deck for a bit. The only reservation really was what might happen after relinquishing authority to the whim of doctors. Staying in the pilot’s seat seemed a better choice.

So for now…

I had just written out a lengthy appendix that didn’t save properly and was lost. Rather than try to repeat it, suffice to say that simply the capability of rationalizing the implications of checking myself in somewhere lent me a sense of control that put me back on track.

This is the hangover stage.

It will pass.