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I've had an eventful couple of days.
Friday afternoon, I'd been feeling a bit sluggish. Concert Friday night was all right, until the fifth movement of the commissioned piece, during which I got short of breath, nauseated and overwhelmingly dizzy, my hands got tingly, I started shivering violently while sweating to a soak, my vision clouded and turned odd colors and faded out at the edges, and my hearing went underwater, almost completely deaf at one point. I managed not to fall down, for the last ten minutes of the piece, and wobbled off the stage in line to collapse on the wonderful wonderful leather couch backstage. Mama and a couple of friendly altos decided I looked yellow and shouldn't sing the second half of the concert. I agreed, and composed myself during intermission.
Salad got back from the bar across the street too late to get onstage in time for the second half (though his companions, who had seats closer to the ends of rows, managed). So he sat on the couch with me and we talked a bit, and I was somewhat distracted from my nausea. He went and changed out of performance attire and I thought to do the same, but it was enough of an adventure just getting up to get the clothes from 20 feet away that I decided it wasn't a good idea. I slept some, and was feeling less destroyed by the end of the performance...
We went to Zin, a place down the road from the Hall that used to be Papillon, and I managed okay, drinking gallons of water, until the food arrived. I had barely been able to tolerate the thought of it, but the presence of food sent me over an edge and I abruptly departed for the bathroom, not even making it all the way to the toilet before the gallons of water (and whatever else I'd happened to be digesting that afternoon after going to Bambolino's with Tony) were no longer contained. I immediately felt almost completely better, except for the sting of acid in my nose, and Fiona arrived after an indeterminate period of time, having been worried by my sudden absence. She helped me pile paper towels on the mess, and escorted me back to the table. I even participated some in the conversation before another round of slowly worsening physical unhappiness started. I decided with great regret to decline the invitation to adjourn from Zin to Salad's house, where Corita and Arielle were going to be. I rationalized it by saying I wouldn't get any attention anyway, since Arielle was going to be there (they were slightly surprised and came to my defense, which was gratifying).
I went instantly to bed once I got home, and got through the fifth movement of the Brahms Requiem on my cd played before the rest of the water came up all over my floor. It is always much better right after you throw up. However, by morning I was shivering violently again, and freezing, and my back ached furiously. Mama woke me at 7:30 to see how I was. I wasn't. In half an hour I decided to try. I took a dizzy shower, and that helped a little, and shakily put my Chorale dress on, and gathered everything for the two PVA performances with the symphony that morning. The phone rang and Mama gave it to me, and it was Bryce, asking me to tell Mr. Seible he might not make it for the first performance since he'd been throwing up all morning. Imagine his surprise when I told him he should probably call somebody else, because I might not make it for the same reasons.
We made it downtown without too much incident, but once I'd gotten through the stage door and staggered down the stairs to the rehearsal hall, I was informed that 7 out of the 15 of us in Madrigals were in either worse or similar condition to mine, two of them bad enough to stay home. After a lot of discussion and lazing about on the wooden floor, we decided it must have been the food at the last gig. A very slow-acting food poisoning, since the last gig was on Thursday, but we (including adults whom we consulted later) couldn't come up with another illness with the same symptoms, especially my near-blackout (which was very scary, especially onstage).
I couldn't sing the first concert. I slept fitfully on the couch and was recovered enough by the break to walk about, so I sang the second one, the first two songs sitting. Krajewski gave the stand cue for the third and I stood up without thinking and didn't fall down, so I stood for the last song.
Wes, Jenniffer, Tony and I spent till 5ish at my house recovering, watching The Princess Bride, and avoiding/wanting/eating food. The boys went through my leather and spandex, and I must say the pink polka-dot tights and leather miniskirt are SO Tony. Though the electric blue tights and white scoop-neck unitard were also stunning. However, he can't have my black leather pants, because they almost fit me. And they're leather. Wes kept pretty tame with a pair of black tights (I gave them to him, because they're better than the pair he had for Madrigals). Jenniffer and I sat on the bed cracking up and trying not to throw up or get too dizzy.
We eventually went to Mr Seible's house to regroup for the 7:30 madrigals performance (he'd canceled the one at 2:30 because we just couldn't do it). Once again, Jenniffer and I loafed on the bed till we had to change to leave. The performance was not wonderful; we were missing Rebecca and Bryce and he had me sight-reading the soprano part to all the Chrismas music, and I'd forgotten my tuning fork so I had to use Lumumba's phone to get the A but it kept losing reception so I had to find the pitch from the last song and a few of them were a little low... But we managed without too much disaster. The ride home, on the other hand...
Mama was singing the Symphony concert and thus could not pick me up... so the Einalem gave me, Tony and Wes a ride to the school and them my house. After half an hour of directionless driving, going to and from downtown in various directions, and missing random freeway exits, Tony found a place he recognized from his daily trip to school, and got us there is succinct directions, and was picked up from there, leaving me and Wes in the car with Melanie Weisner, who'd arbitrarily decided to see how much havoc she could cause by driving in her skin-colored bra. All that time wandering was plenty for me to exercise my mad changing skillz, so the trip to my house was made with me in my normal clothes (tiger shirt and suedecloth pants), Wes in his madrigal outfit, and Melanie in her bra and folded-down dress. I was glad to see my door.
I spent a comfortable hour lounging on the bed with Wes waiting for him mom to pick him up and listening to various a capella groups and Led Zeppelin, playing with the fire... And then crashed to sleep before my mom got home from her concert.
I'm almost entirely recovered, today. Good thing, cause I have three concerts in a row: Symphony Chorus has two Pops today on either side within a halfhour margin of the Bethany Methodist Madrigals gig (we get to carry around flaming pudding). I'll be butchered by my Calculus final tomorrow, and we'll see about my Senior Lab notebook and Form & Analysis test, but I think right now I'll do some Rice app.
Friday afternoon, I'd been feeling a bit sluggish. Concert Friday night was all right, until the fifth movement of the commissioned piece, during which I got short of breath, nauseated and overwhelmingly dizzy, my hands got tingly, I started shivering violently while sweating to a soak, my vision clouded and turned odd colors and faded out at the edges, and my hearing went underwater, almost completely deaf at one point. I managed not to fall down, for the last ten minutes of the piece, and wobbled off the stage in line to collapse on the wonderful wonderful leather couch backstage. Mama and a couple of friendly altos decided I looked yellow and shouldn't sing the second half of the concert. I agreed, and composed myself during intermission.
Salad got back from the bar across the street too late to get onstage in time for the second half (though his companions, who had seats closer to the ends of rows, managed). So he sat on the couch with me and we talked a bit, and I was somewhat distracted from my nausea. He went and changed out of performance attire and I thought to do the same, but it was enough of an adventure just getting up to get the clothes from 20 feet away that I decided it wasn't a good idea. I slept some, and was feeling less destroyed by the end of the performance...
We went to Zin, a place down the road from the Hall that used to be Papillon, and I managed okay, drinking gallons of water, until the food arrived. I had barely been able to tolerate the thought of it, but the presence of food sent me over an edge and I abruptly departed for the bathroom, not even making it all the way to the toilet before the gallons of water (and whatever else I'd happened to be digesting that afternoon after going to Bambolino's with Tony) were no longer contained. I immediately felt almost completely better, except for the sting of acid in my nose, and Fiona arrived after an indeterminate period of time, having been worried by my sudden absence. She helped me pile paper towels on the mess, and escorted me back to the table. I even participated some in the conversation before another round of slowly worsening physical unhappiness started. I decided with great regret to decline the invitation to adjourn from Zin to Salad's house, where Corita and Arielle were going to be. I rationalized it by saying I wouldn't get any attention anyway, since Arielle was going to be there (they were slightly surprised and came to my defense, which was gratifying).
I went instantly to bed once I got home, and got through the fifth movement of the Brahms Requiem on my cd played before the rest of the water came up all over my floor. It is always much better right after you throw up. However, by morning I was shivering violently again, and freezing, and my back ached furiously. Mama woke me at 7:30 to see how I was. I wasn't. In half an hour I decided to try. I took a dizzy shower, and that helped a little, and shakily put my Chorale dress on, and gathered everything for the two PVA performances with the symphony that morning. The phone rang and Mama gave it to me, and it was Bryce, asking me to tell Mr. Seible he might not make it for the first performance since he'd been throwing up all morning. Imagine his surprise when I told him he should probably call somebody else, because I might not make it for the same reasons.
We made it downtown without too much incident, but once I'd gotten through the stage door and staggered down the stairs to the rehearsal hall, I was informed that 7 out of the 15 of us in Madrigals were in either worse or similar condition to mine, two of them bad enough to stay home. After a lot of discussion and lazing about on the wooden floor, we decided it must have been the food at the last gig. A very slow-acting food poisoning, since the last gig was on Thursday, but we (including adults whom we consulted later) couldn't come up with another illness with the same symptoms, especially my near-blackout (which was very scary, especially onstage).
I couldn't sing the first concert. I slept fitfully on the couch and was recovered enough by the break to walk about, so I sang the second one, the first two songs sitting. Krajewski gave the stand cue for the third and I stood up without thinking and didn't fall down, so I stood for the last song.
Wes, Jenniffer, Tony and I spent till 5ish at my house recovering, watching The Princess Bride, and avoiding/wanting/eating food. The boys went through my leather and spandex, and I must say the pink polka-dot tights and leather miniskirt are SO Tony. Though the electric blue tights and white scoop-neck unitard were also stunning. However, he can't have my black leather pants, because they almost fit me. And they're leather. Wes kept pretty tame with a pair of black tights (I gave them to him, because they're better than the pair he had for Madrigals). Jenniffer and I sat on the bed cracking up and trying not to throw up or get too dizzy.
We eventually went to Mr Seible's house to regroup for the 7:30 madrigals performance (he'd canceled the one at 2:30 because we just couldn't do it). Once again, Jenniffer and I loafed on the bed till we had to change to leave. The performance was not wonderful; we were missing Rebecca and Bryce and he had me sight-reading the soprano part to all the Chrismas music, and I'd forgotten my tuning fork so I had to use Lumumba's phone to get the A but it kept losing reception so I had to find the pitch from the last song and a few of them were a little low... But we managed without too much disaster. The ride home, on the other hand...
Mama was singing the Symphony concert and thus could not pick me up... so the Einalem gave me, Tony and Wes a ride to the school and them my house. After half an hour of directionless driving, going to and from downtown in various directions, and missing random freeway exits, Tony found a place he recognized from his daily trip to school, and got us there is succinct directions, and was picked up from there, leaving me and Wes in the car with Melanie Weisner, who'd arbitrarily decided to see how much havoc she could cause by driving in her skin-colored bra. All that time wandering was plenty for me to exercise my mad changing skillz, so the trip to my house was made with me in my normal clothes (tiger shirt and suedecloth pants), Wes in his madrigal outfit, and Melanie in her bra and folded-down dress. I was glad to see my door.
I spent a comfortable hour lounging on the bed with Wes waiting for him mom to pick him up and listening to various a capella groups and Led Zeppelin, playing with the fire... And then crashed to sleep before my mom got home from her concert.
I'm almost entirely recovered, today. Good thing, cause I have three concerts in a row: Symphony Chorus has two Pops today on either side within a halfhour margin of the Bethany Methodist Madrigals gig (we get to carry around flaming pudding). I'll be butchered by my Calculus final tomorrow, and we'll see about my Senior Lab notebook and Form & Analysis test, but I think right now I'll do some Rice app.
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