*hack* *cough* *sniff* *snort painkillers*
Sick. Not real bad sick, but sick enough that I didn’t go to the office. I am of course dialing into all the usual meetings, so I’m not entirely sure I can say I’m resting. Luckily, I have TV available to me, and plenty of food, and I don’t have to wear pants. It’s everything I’ve ever wanted! Except that my throat feels like somebody made me gargle with battery acid.
I, of course, thought all weekend that my allergies were just acting up. I had mowed the lawn on Saturday morning, so I figured once my body had expelled all the mold spores and grass seed bits, I’d be breathing normally. So I went to all my Carmen rehearsals as scheduled and breathed all over the leads. Truly wonderful. Hopefully nobody important gets sick. I’m going to advise them to bathe in vats of Purell.
I’m taking various medications (mostly just ibuprofen at this point, since my sinuses are reasonably clear, it’s just my throat that’s in agony), and hoping this thing will blow over by the weekend.
Meanwhile, rehearsals continue, and while I’m clearly still out of the league of the other folks, the differences aren’t QUITE so glaring, since at least I know my lines now. (Yes: it’s an opera, and it has dialogue. Apparently this is something relatively common with “light” French opera of the late 19th century. Who knew?) I also get to participate in a swordfight, and no one’s been injured yet! Miracles: may they never cease.
That’s all I have time for at the moment because I need to go cough up part of my lung, but I shall be back at a later date, fo shizzle.
