Somebody up there still likes me
I now have the honorable distinction of being the first performer to sustain a serious injury in the Sam and Paula Robinson New Theatre/Auditorium/whatever you want to call it.
I shall now lay down the tale:
So last night was the dedication ceremony, which means we were performing just a couple of songs out of order. Due to this odd order and the blackouts in between, traffic on and off stage was very unorganized. During the first blackout, due to the huge number of people trying to get off of my particular platform, I decided I would just jump to the next platform and get off there. Bad idea.
Thanks to a miscalculation of the distance in between, and a total lack of light, I surely enough did not land safely on the next platform. Instead, my feet missed their landing, and the space in between my nose and my mouth broke my fall with a very loud thud.
Falling off the platform, I realized two things: My teeth and nose were probably fucked up, and I lost my wig. So I scrambled around for my lost wig, and as soon as I found it, I hurried offstage. Luckily, Mary and Jamie came to my aid, and took me down to the dressing rooms.
I found that the taste of blood was from my mouth, and not my nose. My nose was fine, but my right front tooth had been knocked out of place into a low and diagonal position, along with a huge cut in my upper gum.
So after the show, Mrs. Jones found Toni Sartini (Mr. Sartini's daughter), who happens to be a dentist. She gave me four Ibuprofens and told me what had to be done. So she held my head as a brace, and spoke words of comfort to me as I pushed my tooth back into place with my thumb.
Then after that, Dr. Spiller was kind enough to make an emergency call and meet us at his office. He fixed the positioning, and glued on a brace to hold it in place that I'll have to wear for a month. Toni even came by to check on me. I felt sort of loved.
Good news is I'm not going to lose the tooth. However, they aren't sure whether or not I'll need a root canal. With Advil, I hardly even feel any pain, which is quite fortunate.
I consider this my 2nd near fatal experience (The space between the nose and mouth is a highly sensitive pressure point that, if hit with enough force, can cause unconsciousness or death). Or, if I had hit a little higher, the blow could have shoved my nosebone back into my brain, resulting in immediate death.
Wow. That's quite a story.
I shall now lay down the tale:
So last night was the dedication ceremony, which means we were performing just a couple of songs out of order. Due to this odd order and the blackouts in between, traffic on and off stage was very unorganized. During the first blackout, due to the huge number of people trying to get off of my particular platform, I decided I would just jump to the next platform and get off there. Bad idea.
Thanks to a miscalculation of the distance in between, and a total lack of light, I surely enough did not land safely on the next platform. Instead, my feet missed their landing, and the space in between my nose and my mouth broke my fall with a very loud thud.
Falling off the platform, I realized two things: My teeth and nose were probably fucked up, and I lost my wig. So I scrambled around for my lost wig, and as soon as I found it, I hurried offstage. Luckily, Mary and Jamie came to my aid, and took me down to the dressing rooms.
I found that the taste of blood was from my mouth, and not my nose. My nose was fine, but my right front tooth had been knocked out of place into a low and diagonal position, along with a huge cut in my upper gum.
So after the show, Mrs. Jones found Toni Sartini (Mr. Sartini's daughter), who happens to be a dentist. She gave me four Ibuprofens and told me what had to be done. So she held my head as a brace, and spoke words of comfort to me as I pushed my tooth back into place with my thumb.
Then after that, Dr. Spiller was kind enough to make an emergency call and meet us at his office. He fixed the positioning, and glued on a brace to hold it in place that I'll have to wear for a month. Toni even came by to check on me. I felt sort of loved.
Good news is I'm not going to lose the tooth. However, they aren't sure whether or not I'll need a root canal. With Advil, I hardly even feel any pain, which is quite fortunate.
I consider this my 2nd near fatal experience (The space between the nose and mouth is a highly sensitive pressure point that, if hit with enough force, can cause unconsciousness or death). Or, if I had hit a little higher, the blow could have shoved my nosebone back into my brain, resulting in immediate death.
Wow. That's quite a story.