After months of my superior genes looking down on all of the sick people around me, I have finally succumbed.
I don't know how this happened. Why me? Why now? Why when I have been mega dosing on vitamins and drinking a ton of water and washing my hands, and spraying lysol, and , and.........
I was sick free through all of the HAIRSPRAY rehearsal process. The Show opens and POW-- I have congestion, my vocal chords are trapped in mucus, and I sound like a smoker.
IT make-a me smad.
I did have a good show last night. Gravelly...but good. I belted my notes out with a flourish. I had 10 relief society sisters in the audience, that I really wanted to impress. I thought my pride would get the better of me and the Lord would silence me for sure...but my humble prayers were answered. Hallelujah! Side note: I got a good review in the Clipper for my Velma. It said..."Melinda Cole Welch shows how funny it could have been if Lady Macbeth had ever become a stage mom."
Today I am suffering. I coughed all day....all night.
At night, I try to get in a head position that makes it so I don't cough, but then I hover some where between sleep and wakefulness in an effort to keep my head still. It's a pain.
Last night I got to add sick Laila to the mix. She was up 3 times throwing up.
Poor, baby girl.
She is my sick buddy today.
We are eating toast, sipping on warm Sprite and watching Master of Disguise and other equally inane dvd's.
I am determined to be all better by Saturday night....my next performance.
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