But that's not to say it wasn't interesting -- I couldn't keep my eyes from moving, and had no balance, the modern diagnostics at the ER found nothing worrying (for them at least), and after a harrowing trip home in the cold night, me driving with a couple of stops to upchuck and once for a nap, I spent about 36 hours getting to the point where I could stand and walk without grabbing walls, furniture, and stuff that wasn't quite where I expected it to be. I think this is what killed off the whole Roman Empire, they just couldn't hold their hands still enough to write about it.
DANG!!! Whatever knocked you for a loop, I hope it never hits you again! It sounds like a VERY rough time. urgh!
Or those Neanderthals at Gibraltar and, who knows, maybe this poor couple from 3,000 BC in India?
Interesting that such joint burials are unknown before and apparently uncommon afterward.
It suggests that biologically speaking, love is modern, fleeting and rare.
Who knew?