Can't. Move. Head too. Heavy. ::thunk::
OUCH.
I had a dress rehearsal Thursday, a full show Friday, and a concert (in Santa Rosa with the Gay Men's Chorus) on Saturday. I was sucking on lemons for two hours before that concert, and then I had to sing the high notes in the Hallelujah Chorus. Add to that a night of dancing and not-drinking and stuff (more about that later, 'cause it's interesting), two parties (at which I talked a lot but certainly didn't drink or anything), and a day spent helping sick people at the flea market, and I am in no shape to audition tonight. My voice is almost completely gone.
I emailed my director about this -- hopefully she'll understand that I've been working my butt off for this chorus and maybe give me an alternate audition time later this week. (ETA: Yes, she does indeed have a heart. Not that we ever suspected otherwise. Perhaps I have spent too many years thinking poorly of people without cause. I have no faith in humanity. But I do have a later audition.) In the email, I mentioned that I might also be getting sick, but I wasn't sure yet. Ten minutes later, my formerly dry cough produced a spectacular wad of ick and my sister called. She could understand maybe one word in three, so we only talked for about two minutes. After that, I put down the phone and had to lie down for five minutes before I could move. My head hurts. And it's full of slosh. When I breathe, I sound like my grandmother, who has congestive heart failure. Obviously, I am indeed sick. I know who I got it from, but I hope I didn't give it to anyone in the meantime. Not good timing, germs!
I have the laptop on the corner of my bed, which is good. Unfortunately, the tissues are in the bathroom and the chicken broth and Emergen-C are in the kitchen, and I'm not at all certain that I can get there on my own two feet. Maybe after a little nap.
I had a dress rehearsal Thursday, a full show Friday, and a concert (in Santa Rosa with the Gay Men's Chorus) on Saturday. I was sucking on lemons for two hours before that concert, and then I had to sing the high notes in the Hallelujah Chorus. Add to that a night of dancing and not-drinking and stuff (more about that later, 'cause it's interesting), two parties (at which I talked a lot but certainly didn't drink or anything), and a day spent helping sick people at the flea market, and I am in no shape to audition tonight. My voice is almost completely gone.
I emailed my director about this -- hopefully she'll understand that I've been working my butt off for this chorus and maybe give me an alternate audition time later this week. (ETA: Yes, she does indeed have a heart. Not that we ever suspected otherwise. Perhaps I have spent too many years thinking poorly of people without cause. I have no faith in humanity. But I do have a later audition.) In the email, I mentioned that I might also be getting sick, but I wasn't sure yet. Ten minutes later, my formerly dry cough produced a spectacular wad of ick and my sister called. She could understand maybe one word in three, so we only talked for about two minutes. After that, I put down the phone and had to lie down for five minutes before I could move. My head hurts. And it's full of slosh. When I breathe, I sound like my grandmother, who has congestive heart failure. Obviously, I am indeed sick. I know who I got it from, but I hope I didn't give it to anyone in the meantime. Not good timing, germs!
I have the laptop on the corner of my bed, which is good. Unfortunately, the tissues are in the bathroom and the chicken broth and Emergen-C are in the kitchen, and I'm not at all certain that I can get there on my own two feet. Maybe after a little nap.