well fuck.
This morning when running for the bus to make an all-day vital rehearsal for Marathon i fell over and dramatically dislocated my knee and finger.
Finger dislocation is all very new and exciting, shame there was noone there to witness it in all its glory.
I also incurred a multitude of grazes and a bucketload of tears.
Consequently, I limped up the hill back home, cried some more, applied ice, stayed still, and watched a movie. Peaches is a pretty good movie, though far from essential. On the other hand, the Almadovar movie I watched last night, 'Women on The Verge of a Nervous Breakdown', is superb. I wish I were an auteur.
My knee is hella swollen and my finger is rather bruised. The knee is NOT good news for the production I'm scheduled to be performing in in four days time. I am staying positive, as I CAN walk, though i think a back-up plan will need to be formulated for the show that relies on my character being severely incapacited by not just her 7-month pregnancy but her gammy leg. Not good for the derbies in which I am required to run heel and toe around a track sporting a very anguished face and falling over multiple times in grave pain. well... depends on your definition of 'not good'.
So, I don't seek sympathy. Rather, a rallying cry of "You'll be okay, Lani. You're not going to jeopardise a twenty plus thousand dollar production. Swelling will disappear, mobility will increase ninety-fold".
Also, because I won't see a real doctor, a nice Dr Nick-esque "You havahnt brahken yoh fingah! Sokaaay!!" would not go astray.
In addition, I wouldn't complain if you were to forward a generous cheque and a punnet of Connoisseur Cookies and Cream.
Danke.
Finger dislocation is all very new and exciting, shame there was noone there to witness it in all its glory.
I also incurred a multitude of grazes and a bucketload of tears.
Consequently, I limped up the hill back home, cried some more, applied ice, stayed still, and watched a movie. Peaches is a pretty good movie, though far from essential. On the other hand, the Almadovar movie I watched last night, 'Women on The Verge of a Nervous Breakdown', is superb. I wish I were an auteur.
My knee is hella swollen and my finger is rather bruised. The knee is NOT good news for the production I'm scheduled to be performing in in four days time. I am staying positive, as I CAN walk, though i think a back-up plan will need to be formulated for the show that relies on my character being severely incapacited by not just her 7-month pregnancy but her gammy leg. Not good for the derbies in which I am required to run heel and toe around a track sporting a very anguished face and falling over multiple times in grave pain. well... depends on your definition of 'not good'.
So, I don't seek sympathy. Rather, a rallying cry of "You'll be okay, Lani. You're not going to jeopardise a twenty plus thousand dollar production. Swelling will disappear, mobility will increase ninety-fold".
Also, because I won't see a real doctor, a nice Dr Nick-esque "You havahnt brahken yoh fingah! Sokaaay!!" would not go astray.
In addition, I wouldn't complain if you were to forward a generous cheque and a punnet of Connoisseur Cookies and Cream.
Danke.