Of late, I have had a dizzying dance with Vertigo. The brainy doctory folks keep peeking into my noggin to figure out the cause, but it’s like finding a needle in a haystack.

When the world starts spinning faster than a DJ’s turntable, I pop a Meclizine pill and hope for the best. They’re supposed to alleviate the symptoms.

The other dark morning, feeling like I’d just stepped off a merry-go-round, I stumbled to the bathroom and grabbed what I thought was my trusty pill.

Plot twist! It was Viagra.

So there I was for hours on end – part human pinball machine, part wrecking ball – bouncing around and knocking over anything on low tables!