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I had these attacks at years long intervals all my life, thinking these days something to do with the Prostate. It was doctor determined that it was symptomatic, nothing to be concerned with so I have not. Then I thought as one might in these situations, what if my tumbling consciousness never returned to normal. And so I went on as I always do, enjoy the tumbling while you got it. Fear-not. Some experience. I tried to walk and did, but I was staggered. Wow - I had never staggered before. I was staggered ! I didn't even have to put on an exaggeration for the maximum affect. I staggered-on.

I need a nurse. Nurse neurotic, but there is no stopping her or even slowing her down. You have to-go with her. I wouldn't last but thirty seconds. That was always the deal. You have to keep-up, and be going her way. I went the other, slow and mellifluous. Standing in chow line, basic training army, I had a list of words I would try to memorize, and one of them was mellifluous, the image is in my mind. I call her nurse-ninety for miles an hour. I know she has a slow body; you can feel it. Off to the races is her mind. She is a seven-day-a-week medical trauma and psyche all-night nurse for twenty years.

Out of the blue, she came off the walk, and gave my two friends and myself pulse-reads, on the sunny bench at lake side. She was correct on everyone and I was very impressed and of course started to hit on her. I have seen her four times since over the course of a couple years.

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