The Show Must Go On
I thought it was allergies. But it's not. Of course, just two more performances left - one tonight and one Saturday - and I come down with this nasty thing. But I guess it's better to have it now than this weekend when I'll be shooting that commercial out of town. (Which, by the way, I'll be returning from on Sunday so I won't need to take a day off work Monday - just FYI for all of those biting their nails about my job sitch.)
This one year I had to do an invited final dress of a show for the theatre company's board members, and it was the day after Thanksgiving and I had come down with a horrific stomach bug (I'd thought it was food poisoning but my [then] boyfriend who'd eaten the same meal was fine). They put cushions on the floor backstage for me to lay on and everyone was given strict instructions not to lolly-gag in the restroom. As soon as my last line was spoken, my boyfriend whisked me and my 102 degree temperature off in a cab back to my apartment.
That was a nightmare. This is definitely less harrowing. But still icky. Awww.