Day 74-75
3/30-3/31/17
Thursday: FML woke up feeling so damn sick. The worst is when your throat hurts A) because you’re always swallowing throughout the day and B) if you’re like me you’re always talking. So I took it fairly easy on Thursday. I rehearsed with Bria as our final showing of our scene was on Friday, and hiked the mountain to the wisdom tree to watch the sunset with Jake. Romantic. I got a good night’s rest and prayed I would be A-okay Friday morning.
Friday: Yeah, I woke up and felt like shit. Had to truck through as it was the last day of scene study. We go to class and I felt okay, I was 11th out of 15 to go. By group 3 I was feeling almost fine, but by group 9 I felt really sick again. Ironically, our teacher set at the beginning of class that it can sometimes help to be sick. It did. I was only able to focus on my partner and what I wanted from them because that’s all I had the energy to do. I couldn’t afford the energy to worry how it looked, or if people thought I was good because then I wouldn’t have been able to do the scene. I ended up doing the best I’ve done with the scene, as did Bria, and we did a great job and had fun doing it. Not that it mattered, but we received an applause at the end. Very grateful for my partner, because she brought her A game. It was a super tough scene and in the end was happy I did it. After we went I felt so sick, the worst I felt. I survived the rest of class, got home, and put on sweats. My “work husband” Jake brought me to CVS, where I loaded up on meds. I took a 2-hour nap where I sweated it all out and actually felt quite good. Our room hosted a pregame that night. Dangerous. I’m a sucker, and can easily be convinced to go out. In the final minutes, I was convinced and got changed. It was the last day of class, might as well celebrate. Those were my days. Thanks for reading, stay sort of classy.
