6.8.06
the count down
18 hrs before opening: I woke up to fever and headache and a lead weight body. i thought "SHIT you are kidding me..." and relocated to a more ventilated area - couch...and overheated there...tried the floor, but didn't have energy to find some meds...
15 hrs: woke up n thought "SHIT, it's 11" and i...can't lift my head up without wanting to hurl my guts out. took my meds, my panadol and water. water sometimes tastes SO bad when you're sick. messaged kenny to tell him i'm sick so he wont expect to see me all glamed up.
14 hrs...call in sick at work. sat there and watched tv hoping i will be better. could not eat. drinking anything made me feel horrible. i will be better by tonite, i said to myself. how wrong i was.
4 hrs... i walked down to buy a cake to bring to celebrate opening night for Friday's show. this journey was the most painful journey since the 5-day non-stop hurling stint at malaysia. the sponge roll i bought felt alot heavier for some reason. pfft, sponge my ass (not literally). got home and hurled my meds out. "SHIT..."
3 hrs....kenny calls, tells me he's ready to come give me a lift to the show venue so he and a mate could catch dinner first. i tell him i been throwing up. he goes "oh dear, ur not just sick". not sure what that means *shrug*...my sisters tell me i should just call in sick.
i cannot "call in sick"...there are live audiences and no back up plans!
2 hrs.....kenny comes by and urges me to drink gatorade (gatorade being the only thing i could stomache during my heavenly trip to malaysia)...i did...he goes to pick his friend up. he calls to tell me he's waiting downstairs...i hurl my guts out again...the colour of gatorade seeped through to my skin, thanks to osmosis...by now i could barely talk or stay awake. i was repeating that one word to myself silently...
1 1/2 hrs....sitting in the car on the way to the venue, it starts raining..no..pouring..no torrential downpour...something...something that sounded more like iron sinkers dropping against a tin roof. alot of them...head throbs. kenny's voice sounded menacingly loud and i lost it and yelled. i think a small whimper came out of my mouth. kenny respected my wishes to push on and kept driving.
1 hr...got there, staggered out of the car, can't maintain balance, almost fell and hit my head...leaned against augs for comfort. kenny propped me up grover style (my puppet) and took me into the hall. i saw blood drain from the director's face. i softly spoke hello and sorry at the same time to everyone. never knew those 2 words can be put in the same sentence.
1/2 hr....sat curled up on the ground of the dressing room. smell of food grossed me. sucked on ice cubes. got changed, sat back onto the floor next to the heater. i LOVE heaters. my head spun faster than those electric fans :D
5 minute before show, music starts playing. head hurts. stomache complains of not having eaten. i couldn't remember my lines. standing up took mustering of courage for 5 minutes, 1 minute to collect energy, and one moment to ensure someone was looking in case i fell...
during the show: sitting on the floor of dressing room with my head down next to the whurring of the heater. got up and did my bit whenever i had to. head spinning like a figure skater.
post-show: the director thanked me for staying with us. i quietly thanked him in my mind for not letting me fall into the fiery gates of hell should i miss opening night. warm audience came to congratulate the cast for a great opening, surprised that i couldn't really stand upright coz i seemed perfectly fine onstage.
conclusion: saved by opening night jitters.
i survived!!!
6 shows to go, but with fully charged batteries :D
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15 hrs: woke up n thought "SHIT, it's 11" and i...can't lift my head up without wanting to hurl my guts out. took my meds, my panadol and water. water sometimes tastes SO bad when you're sick. messaged kenny to tell him i'm sick so he wont expect to see me all glamed up.
14 hrs...call in sick at work. sat there and watched tv hoping i will be better. could not eat. drinking anything made me feel horrible. i will be better by tonite, i said to myself. how wrong i was.
4 hrs... i walked down to buy a cake to bring to celebrate opening night for Friday's show. this journey was the most painful journey since the 5-day non-stop hurling stint at malaysia. the sponge roll i bought felt alot heavier for some reason. pfft, sponge my ass (not literally). got home and hurled my meds out. "SHIT..."
3 hrs....kenny calls, tells me he's ready to come give me a lift to the show venue so he and a mate could catch dinner first. i tell him i been throwing up. he goes "oh dear, ur not just sick". not sure what that means *shrug*...my sisters tell me i should just call in sick.
i cannot "call in sick"...there are live audiences and no back up plans!
2 hrs.....kenny comes by and urges me to drink gatorade (gatorade being the only thing i could stomache during my heavenly trip to malaysia)...i did...he goes to pick his friend up. he calls to tell me he's waiting downstairs...i hurl my guts out again...the colour of gatorade seeped through to my skin, thanks to osmosis...by now i could barely talk or stay awake. i was repeating that one word to myself silently...
1 1/2 hrs....sitting in the car on the way to the venue, it starts raining..no..pouring..no torrential downpour...something...something that sounded more like iron sinkers dropping against a tin roof. alot of them...head throbs. kenny's voice sounded menacingly loud and i lost it and yelled. i think a small whimper came out of my mouth. kenny respected my wishes to push on and kept driving.
1 hr...got there, staggered out of the car, can't maintain balance, almost fell and hit my head...leaned against augs for comfort. kenny propped me up grover style (my puppet) and took me into the hall. i saw blood drain from the director's face. i softly spoke hello and sorry at the same time to everyone. never knew those 2 words can be put in the same sentence.
1/2 hr....sat curled up on the ground of the dressing room. smell of food grossed me. sucked on ice cubes. got changed, sat back onto the floor next to the heater. i LOVE heaters. my head spun faster than those electric fans :D
5 minute before show, music starts playing. head hurts. stomache complains of not having eaten. i couldn't remember my lines. standing up took mustering of courage for 5 minutes, 1 minute to collect energy, and one moment to ensure someone was looking in case i fell...
during the show: sitting on the floor of dressing room with my head down next to the whurring of the heater. got up and did my bit whenever i had to. head spinning like a figure skater.
post-show: the director thanked me for staying with us. i quietly thanked him in my mind for not letting me fall into the fiery gates of hell should i miss opening night. warm audience came to congratulate the cast for a great opening, surprised that i couldn't really stand upright coz i seemed perfectly fine onstage.
conclusion: saved by opening night jitters.
i survived!!!
6 shows to go, but with fully charged batteries :D
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