Today marks a first for me: the first time I ever missed a performance due to an illness.
I've performed with all manner of sniffles and coughs and low fevers and migraines (which I really don't recommend. The second the show was over I crawled into a corner backstage and pulled a coat up over my head). But this 102.6 fever, can't get out of bed, coughing up a lung thing? I had to call in sick.
I started feeling a bit under the weather Tuesday night, but forged ahead and did the performance for school kids on Wed. And what a performance it was! Yikes! We had to cut over an hour from the show, some of it cut on the fly in the middle of scenes, bells rang during the show, the fiddler ran into someone backstage and ended up with a bloody nose... I had some chest congestion and a wee bit of a cough, but I did OK. That night I went to practice with my praise band at church. That was probably pushing it a bit, but I never call in sick. I am a gal who forges ahead.
The next day I woke up and drove The May Queen to school. Then I returned home and crawled into bed. I didn't move until 2:30, when I had to go to the bathroom so badly I couldn't ignore it. So I did, had a brief bite to eat, and crawled back into bed until 6:30, when I had to get up and watch The May Queen and put her to bed at 7:30 while The Big Guy attended a meeting. At 8:30 the fever broke a bit and I managed to eat some leftover pizza and read some blogs, and was back in bed by about 10.
Today has been better. I managed to focus long enough to watch a movie. Make a phone call. But I can feel myself sliding back down into the rabbit hole. So it is back to bed for me.
Oh. And The Big Guy is sick, too. He's a day or two ahead of me in all this, so slightly better, but not much. We are a sad, sad pair. The May Queen is her usual energetic self. Shoot us now.
(oh, and I guess I should have expected this. Yesterday I had planned to spend the whole day scrapbooking. Why on earth did I think that would happen?)