For the last 48 hours I’ve had some sort of crud latching onto my life. I don’t know if it was the flu, a killer migrane, or food poisoning… but it has now past.
It started on Tuesday at work. I got a headache, like a nasty one. So I took a couple Tylenol and started drinking some water. Within 30 minutes I started shivering uncontrollably, and got dizzy. So I went and laid on the floor in one of the classrooms at church so I could kind of regain my composure. Things got worse quickly.
I ended up coming home by about 11:00 on Tuesday morning and basically laid around for the next 24 hours. Now, a couple of days later, I’m about back to 100%. (Though the headache isn’t completely gone.)
The worst part was that I had all the pressure of MainStreet on my mind. Would I be able to do it? What would happen if I had to drop out at the last minute? What would happen if I tossed my cookies during a scene?
Of course, MainStreet came off without a hitch. I wasn’t 100% myself but the rest of the crew did a fantastic job. More on that later.