Dr Naomi Wolf
I left you, dear reader, having come home at last after a crisis of aphasia in one - good - hospital, and after two and a half days of abject misery, and soul-searing pain, in another, painful, hospital.
I was beyond joyful to sink onto the red couch at home in Brooklyn, where I would recover; to watch the good man who saw me through that catastrophe clearing the obstacles from the floor, intent as if he was sweeping mines from a minefield; to smile at the dog who looks like a fluffy brown Muppet, who was wriggling with delight and smiling back at me.