Like a whirlpool it never ends...

I don't want to get too deep and personal into my medical condition but I was a little dizzy for a couple weeks and have had to race like a pisshorse pretty much constantly. 

I take a blood pressure drug and flowmax, like practically everyone else my age, and they both can make you dizzy. My head was spinning like a microdosed dervish and my bladder felt like a tortured bagpipe.

Just to make sure, I visited my urologist to see if I had a UTI. She gave me an antibiotic and took a culture, told me to call her back in five days for verification. To cover all the bases I went and saw the cardiologist too and she increased my dosage of the channel blocker and added a few rubs to the ointment, tweaked this and that.

Sent me off for a blood test which is coming up. But I called the urologist Wednesday and the culture confirmed  I did have a fairly common UTI so mystery solved and dizziness has been petty much curtailed.

Anyhow, to get to my story, I was putting my pants on the other day and one leg went on just fine but the other foot caught in the denim and before I knew it I was prone on the floor, staring intimately into my somewhat amused cat's eyes, with a slightly sprained wrist and ankle, and even more wounded pride, asking myself, "What did I just do?" These things happen so fast. Went down hard, like a pile of bricks. Don't think my prior vertigo issue was involved but after the age of sixty five entropy is your constant companion.

I mentioned it to my wife that night and she asked me if I had read my horoscope that day? A Scorpio, I don't put much credence in such things, of course we Scorpios are naturally suspicious. Anyway I told her that I had not and she read it to me; Be careful, you are accident prone and clumsy right now.

Bingo.

Today I had an early meeting with a prospective client and wore a nice pullover. Driving up, I coughed on the way past the cemetery and lo and behold, a giant loogie landed square in the middle of the shirt. 

Damn. 

I did my best to wipe away the stain with a kleenex but the damage was done, I looked like your basic snotball festooned slob. Must have made a hell of an impression. Didn't make the deal, go figure, but it could still happen...

Later I went to lunch at Main Street Cafe and I dropped the extra large mayonnaise laden tomato slice from my blt on the very same spot on my shirt. Kismet. I wonder if that means something? I am tempted to go back to the horoscope for supernatural guidance but know that it will probably tell me that I should have just stayed in bed. Maybe for a week or two. 

Until it all blows over.