
Today I was strolling through UCLA campus when I spied a gaggle of students queuing up for a free flu shot.
Because of a hectic schedule this past couple of weeks, I neglected to stop in for one at the local clinic.
Since CVS leases space to a qualified mini-clinic in their store on Westwood Blvd, I thought I'd stretch my legs a little and get a jab in the arm, before a nasty bout of the winter dregs descended on me.
As the technician prepared the vaccine, I noticed in their flyer that the nurse on duty was qualified to perform simple medical tasks which didn't require a Doctor's license.

"Can I ask you a dumb question," I asked hesitantly.
What's a person going to say to a silly request like that?
"Shoot!"
I prefaced my question by first noting that the medical affliction was a bizarre one.
Then, proceeded.
I pointed out that in the past couple of weeks - for some inexplicable reason - my belly-button (told you it was a zinger!) was swollen and sore to the touch.
"May I see it," she reacted without batting an eye.

Her professional assessment jarred me!
The young beauty was familiar with the medical condition.
Whew, thank God!
In the back of my mind, I imagined that - just maybe - the doctor who delivered me screwed up at Toronto General a scant few decades ago (!) and I was just now suffering from the after-effects of a botched snip at the umbilical coil.
Just kidding!
The nurse noted that sometimes teen-age girls experience the same aggravating skin eruption when they wear tight jeans and hip-hugging shorts.

Have the Chinese slammed us once again with unsafe consumer products?
Recently, I purchased a couple of pairs of designer jeans, so her theory was conceivable! (no pun intended!)
"I recommend that girls take a bit of nail polish and swipe a bit on the side of the button next to the skin to prevent the problem from resurfacing."
A bit of make-up left-over from West Hollywood's Carnival would do the trick!
Long-term, though, I expect it may be a wise idea to snap up fashion outfits with plastic or bone buttons at the waistline, eh?
Either way, I trust I won't be sporting an unsightly mini-bump in the glorious ab zone of my 178 lb. frame - and likewise - scaring off potential dates next time I slip buck naked into the shower stall at the gym.

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