My balls have dropped. Big time.
About four months ago, I developed a condition called Mal d’Embarquement Syndrome (MdDS). The name is classy. The symptoms aren’t. Think: all-day long seasickness. A world that doesn’t stop rocking. Falling down stairs. Bumping into walls, doors, furniture. Side-long glances from strangers as I try to walk in a straight line – and fail. An inability to…
