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chicafrom3So I have deathplague! Deathplague here being my generic name for any illness that makes me feel hellish. I have no idea what the actual name of whatever I have is, I just know that it's messing with my lungs and throat and things connected to my sinuses.
Anyway, because I have a Work Ethic (and because I know that calling out would screw up everyone else's schedules in complicated ways) I went into work regardless. And I made it through, although many people were watching me with alarm at various points and halfway through the last show my voice gave out completely and the SM had to finish calling spot cues. But I made it. That's the important bit.
And because of that whole annoying Work Ethic thing, I'll wind up doing the same tomorrow, with or without voice. :/ But at least tomorrow I'll be a spot op and not ME, so I won't have to talk as much.
And now I'm going to drink a lot of orange juice and suck another cough drop and go to bed early.
Anyway, because I have a Work Ethic (and because I know that calling out would screw up everyone else's schedules in complicated ways) I went into work regardless. And I made it through, although many people were watching me with alarm at various points and halfway through the last show my voice gave out completely and the SM had to finish calling spot cues. But I made it. That's the important bit.
And because of that whole annoying Work Ethic thing, I'll wind up doing the same tomorrow, with or without voice. :/ But at least tomorrow I'll be a spot op and not ME, so I won't have to talk as much.
And now I'm going to drink a lot of orange juice and suck another cough drop and go to bed early.
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