When Sinuses Attack
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enteleinToday is the fourth day staying home from work this week. It's really, really sucked.
My head feels stuffed with cotton, and my sinuses hurt nearly all the time. I've been sleeping when I can, and drinking so much orange juice I am convinced that I will soon crystallize into a sugary vitamin C tablet at any moment. I've been tempering the orange juice with plain cold water spiked with lemon/lime extract, and making sure I take a multivitamin and some flaxseed, to help keep my energy up (with less fatigue) for rehearsals and shows.
The day is grey, and the air seems full of allergens, or perhaps that's just this summer cold making my sinuses so raw that the merest bit of dust makes my eyes hot, and my tongue dry. You'd think with four days away from work, I'd feel more accomplished with getting ready for the show, but it's just not true. I've been tired, mang. Tonight is opening night, and I am just not sure I can hit the high notes like I really need to. I might even have two friends coming to the show! I will do my best, that's for sure.
Last night at tech, we only got through Act II with the orchestra. We've only actually run the show all the way through once, and that was stop and go with no costumes or lights or anything of that kind. I'm a little worried, but at the same time, I feel no anxiety at all.
This is the bed that our director made, and I refuse to lie in it. I am going to go out there and sing and make my cues, and if I have enough bravery in my soul (and enough assholery), I am going to tape a piece of paper to the front row left aisle seat that says "Mort Guffman" on it. Our esteemed director even sent a pep talk email to the cast today, extolling our virtues and apologizing for possibly offending us yesterday when he got angry about a few things. I suppose it had something to do with the fact that I muttered, "Dude, what the hell was that?" after he nearly bit Cinderella's head off when she had a question for our music director. He's just so rude, and shows no respect to us at all. His tone and behavior are bitchy and simple-minded, and anything truly good about this show has come from us, not from him.
It's sad, and it's frustrating, but I feel a weird calm descending over me at rehearsals now. I refuse to give him my negative energy; he doesn't deserve it.
Today I've been trying to tidy around the apartment (and giving myself ginormous sneezing fits), and re-reading A College of Magics, by Caroline Stevermer. It's really satisfying reading. There is just enough information given that at once you think the narrative is truly spare, but then you look again, and it's just so, so rich. The dialogue is also very good - I had forgotten how tightly this book was written. The last time I read it I didn't consider myself so much of a writer, just an avid reader. But here, a few years later, I can see some things that weren't clear to me before, and it's deepening my appreciation for the book even more. Good stuff.
My head feels stuffed with cotton, and my sinuses hurt nearly all the time. I've been sleeping when I can, and drinking so much orange juice I am convinced that I will soon crystallize into a sugary vitamin C tablet at any moment. I've been tempering the orange juice with plain cold water spiked with lemon/lime extract, and making sure I take a multivitamin and some flaxseed, to help keep my energy up (with less fatigue) for rehearsals and shows.
The day is grey, and the air seems full of allergens, or perhaps that's just this summer cold making my sinuses so raw that the merest bit of dust makes my eyes hot, and my tongue dry. You'd think with four days away from work, I'd feel more accomplished with getting ready for the show, but it's just not true. I've been tired, mang. Tonight is opening night, and I am just not sure I can hit the high notes like I really need to. I might even have two friends coming to the show! I will do my best, that's for sure.
Last night at tech, we only got through Act II with the orchestra. We've only actually run the show all the way through once, and that was stop and go with no costumes or lights or anything of that kind. I'm a little worried, but at the same time, I feel no anxiety at all.
This is the bed that our director made, and I refuse to lie in it. I am going to go out there and sing and make my cues, and if I have enough bravery in my soul (and enough assholery), I am going to tape a piece of paper to the front row left aisle seat that says "Mort Guffman" on it. Our esteemed director even sent a pep talk email to the cast today, extolling our virtues and apologizing for possibly offending us yesterday when he got angry about a few things. I suppose it had something to do with the fact that I muttered, "Dude, what the hell was that?" after he nearly bit Cinderella's head off when she had a question for our music director. He's just so rude, and shows no respect to us at all. His tone and behavior are bitchy and simple-minded, and anything truly good about this show has come from us, not from him.
It's sad, and it's frustrating, but I feel a weird calm descending over me at rehearsals now. I refuse to give him my negative energy; he doesn't deserve it.
Today I've been trying to tidy around the apartment (and giving myself ginormous sneezing fits), and re-reading A College of Magics, by Caroline Stevermer. It's really satisfying reading. There is just enough information given that at once you think the narrative is truly spare, but then you look again, and it's just so, so rich. The dialogue is also very good - I had forgotten how tightly this book was written. The last time I read it I didn't consider myself so much of a writer, just an avid reader. But here, a few years later, I can see some things that weren't clear to me before, and it's deepening my appreciation for the book even more. Good stuff.
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Date: 2004-06-17 07:11 pm (UTC)All things considered though, I hope the show turns out well despite all the BS. And I hope you feel better. And I *will* make it to one of your plays someday, I promise!!!!!
Break a leg, or clear a sinus, or somethin'.
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Date: 2004-06-18 02:00 pm (UTC)And feel better soon.
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Date: 2004-06-18 10:06 pm (UTC)