I’ve been largely absent from the blog recently. My show opens on Thursday, we have dress rehearsal on Wednesday and most of my time and energy has been concentrated there. That and trying -and failing- to stay healthy.
I had quite the reputation for getting sick during shows, you know, back when I did this more than once a decade. Now, I never missed a single show, never disrupted any schedules. I just had an annoying tendency to get nagging illnesses and give my directors just one more damned thing to worry about. The worst was my freshman year in college. I was Doc in a production of Tennessee Williams’ Small Craft Warnings. I actually lost my voice completely about four days before our open, which nearly gave the director, an entertainingly queeny gay man named Mark an aneurysm. I was fine though, and the show was brilliant, the best production I’ve ever been a part of.
So now I’ve done it again. I’ve been battling a cold for about two weeks now, and like many an asthmatic I can get a pretty nasty wheezing cough. I’ve controlled it well enough, but coughing just enough to make my director wonder if I’m going to be okay. It got worse this morning though, and my poor boss -in town from the hinterlands of the Midwest- was almost certain I was going to fall down and die at my desk. She sent me home, and Ensie forced me to go the doctor. Good thing she did, as it turns out I have a very nasty case of bronchitis.
Not what I need three days before I open. My doctor did give me some killer cough medicine, but it’s laced with codeine and I’m just loopy enough not to be trusted with heavy machinery. No matter. I’ll get it together as I always do.
Oh, and the show is going to kill. The cast is good enough to make me feel out of depth, which I think says something. My acting is just about the only thing I have an ego about.
If you’re in Tacoma, come and see it. Get your tickets here, and try to figure out just which cast member I am.
Posted by Frinklin at December 11, 2006 10:41 PM | TrackBack