The vertigo episode drained me more than I expected. Hospitals aren’t built for real rest. The nurses were attentive and thorough, waking me every two hours with their steady refrain: “Name. Date of birth. What month is it? What year? Do you know where you are?” I got the routine, but sleep never quite had a chance to settle in. Still, I was fortunate - it was only a one-night stay.
When I finally got home, I went straight to bed and sank into a deep three-hour nap. I woke to the sound of my phone. It was my friend.
“Di, I made some lahmas. Can I bring them over?”
“Yes, please!”
Lahmas, pronounced “lock-mas,” are often called Arabic pizzas—thinly rolled dough topped with a savory meat mixture and baked until everything comes together in a warm, tasty bite. The food, along with the visit, was the best medicine.
