Years ago I suffered a stomach virus, not a serious
illness but unpleasant. I was resting after a night of vomiting when the
Beverly Garland called. I could have stalled or asked a colleague to make the
visit, but symptoms were improving.
I had not entirely recovered, so my wife agreed to
drive. As we approached the hotel, my nausea returned. It grew intense by the
time the guest opened his door.
I remain proud of delivering an Academy Award-worthy
performance, sitting quietly, focusing entirely on the guest, not hurrying,
providing sympathy, advice, and medication as well as collecting my fee.
As soon as the door closed behind me, I dived into the
nearest rest room and resumed vomiting. Several guests entered, saw my
distress, and fled. But I got better. Most sick people get better.
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