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I loved working in the theatre. Not that it was always fun. Such as when the owners needed my secretarial skills and gave dictation ‘by committee’ – such confusion that could be. And then there was acting P.A. to visiting performers, especially of the star quality.
I remember one such ‘star’ who urgently needed meds else he couldn’t perform that night. For vertigo? I thought that had something to do with heights. Apparently not. I organised the meds from my GP. The show must go on.
85 words written for Sammi’s Weekend Writing Prompt: Vertigo
crispina kemp 
True story? Very resourceful of her.
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It is the truth. And having patched through the phone calls (GPs will not prescribe without consultation, and this wasn’t his patient) I then had to taxi across town to pick up the meds and deliver to the ‘star’. And yes, he did perform that night
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It is very resourceful of you my friend. I hope they were grateful for all that you did.
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That particular performer was a nightmare. But it was my job, and I loved my job
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👍🏼👍🏼👍🏼
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Jeez… the lengths we must go to at times!
Actually, my friend suffers from vertigo and it has zero to do with heights!
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I know, my father had it in later life and was partly responsible for his death (he fell, knocked his head, and exited stage right). But the ‘star’: true story
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Oh that’s awful!
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Early in the new year (2021), after surviving covid that Christmas. Irony. But I was pleased for him, cos he wanted to go, to be with mother 🥰
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And he did hang around for 100 years, a feat in itself. 💞
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He survived WWII, and if you know his story there you’d say he did well to survive
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I can only imagine.
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🙂
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