SCsENE FROM ILLNESS

I have been home all week with a vertigo/dizzyness problem. All obvious jokes aside. Quite miserable. Although it did have its moments. Who can forget my staggering through the Blue Care waiting room like Popeye on a drunken shore leave? Or the little white plastic trash bag sticking out of a pocket like a dainty hankie, actually designed to catch an unexpected "oops" if the world got a little dizzier than anticipated. Man clear the room in an instant-no waiting. May have had to resort to that if the appt time got shoved back too long. Fortunately ( for them) they took me immediately. Apparently luscious shades of green do not look good on patient's faces-they try to see them soonest and escort them out a back entry on their feet or otherwise if need be. Very clever. Yep yep, stay home-take the pill for nausea have fun, etc etc etc. And do not tell me it is related to my age. I look damn good and I dare you to guess my senior status if you can. Course that is not to say if I can get something cheaper by showing ID I would not do it. Yeah right. Have and will. But here's the thing. Why do men find you irresistably attractive regardless of a) dress; b) anger/frustration; c) bad timing; d) distraction; e) baby dribble on your shirt; f) sick and looking like hell? Mystery for all time. I am standing by the bed, swaying like a palm tree in a hurricane, drool on the corners of my mouth, eyes spinning like carousel horses at full tilt in a pair of bikini panties and fuzzy black socks and my man is overcome with lust!!! Oh well in sickness and in health-and resistance is futile, or in my case, impossible.