So that's what they mean when they say that.
For a long time now, I have used two phrases without really understanding what they were all about.
'The show must go on.'
'Suffering for my craft.'
On Friday, I was at the theatre getting ready for the 8:00 show and started feeling a little sick. Not nervous sick. Barfing, blow it out both ends sick.
You will need a little information about to understand what this means in my case.
I have Crohn's disease. I have had it for 26 years. As a result, I have a colostomy bag. I also am very in touch with what my body is doing. When I get sick, I deteriorate rapidly. Very rapidly. I dehydrate to a dangerous level in a big fat hurry.
In normal circumstances, I would go home and rest. If It doesn't get under control by morning, I go to the emergency room and get loaded up on fluids.
But I'm in a play. I have a lead roll in a play. I have no understudy. I am on stage for the entire show.
So I go through with it. I'm sitting there trying not to throw up while dehydrating away. And no even knows. I guess I'm a pretty good actor.
After the show, I go home, puke, and then drive myself to the ER.
Things were going along like they usually do until they got a look at my blood work. It turns out that one of my levels was a bit out of whack and they wanted to admit me and do a few unpleasant tests.
I tell them that that's OK, but that I'm leaving at 4:00. The doc tells me that they need to see the test results before they let me go.
I start laughing at her. She asks me why I'm laughing. I tell her that it's funny that she thinks that it's up to her. I was going to be leaving at 4:00 with or without her blessing. The only thing she could tell me to do was not to drive because of the drugs they had given me. Really good drugs, if you know what I mean.
I fully intended to pull the IV out of my arm and walk out of there if I had to. It would have been like a bad TV show.
I did my best to make myself unpleasant and a nuisance so they would be happy to be rid of me.
It turns out that all of the tests were negative and I was discharged in the regular fashion.
That night I give another stealer performance on two hours of sleep, filled with IV fluids, some good drugs , and a lot of prednisone.
I rounded out the weekend by doing the Sunday matinee and watching my beloved Steelers go down to defeat.
A pretty full weekend.
Thought for the day -
'I've seen her dehydrate, sir. It's pretty gross.' - The Breakfast Club
Bonus thought for the day -
'There's a fine line between tough and crazy. And you're flirting with it.' - Remember the titans
'The show must go on.'
'Suffering for my craft.'
On Friday, I was at the theatre getting ready for the 8:00 show and started feeling a little sick. Not nervous sick. Barfing, blow it out both ends sick.
You will need a little information about to understand what this means in my case.
I have Crohn's disease. I have had it for 26 years. As a result, I have a colostomy bag. I also am very in touch with what my body is doing. When I get sick, I deteriorate rapidly. Very rapidly. I dehydrate to a dangerous level in a big fat hurry.
In normal circumstances, I would go home and rest. If It doesn't get under control by morning, I go to the emergency room and get loaded up on fluids.
But I'm in a play. I have a lead roll in a play. I have no understudy. I am on stage for the entire show.
So I go through with it. I'm sitting there trying not to throw up while dehydrating away. And no even knows. I guess I'm a pretty good actor.
After the show, I go home, puke, and then drive myself to the ER.
Things were going along like they usually do until they got a look at my blood work. It turns out that one of my levels was a bit out of whack and they wanted to admit me and do a few unpleasant tests.
I tell them that that's OK, but that I'm leaving at 4:00. The doc tells me that they need to see the test results before they let me go.
I start laughing at her. She asks me why I'm laughing. I tell her that it's funny that she thinks that it's up to her. I was going to be leaving at 4:00 with or without her blessing. The only thing she could tell me to do was not to drive because of the drugs they had given me. Really good drugs, if you know what I mean.
I fully intended to pull the IV out of my arm and walk out of there if I had to. It would have been like a bad TV show.
I did my best to make myself unpleasant and a nuisance so they would be happy to be rid of me.
It turns out that all of the tests were negative and I was discharged in the regular fashion.
That night I give another stealer performance on two hours of sleep, filled with IV fluids, some good drugs , and a lot of prednisone.
I rounded out the weekend by doing the Sunday matinee and watching my beloved Steelers go down to defeat.
A pretty full weekend.
Thought for the day -
'I've seen her dehydrate, sir. It's pretty gross.' - The Breakfast Club
Bonus thought for the day -
'There's a fine line between tough and crazy. And you're flirting with it.' - Remember the titans
posted by Drewpy Drew at 3:55 PM
5 Comments:
WOW! You win the gold star for dedication! What a weekend!
Glad you went to the ER. I figured you would. Wasn't sure if you'd make it Saturday. Nice to hear you were up to it.
db
holy cow!!
glad to know everything is ok
hahaha breakfast club. love it
Phew! Glad you're better. Basically all I know about Crohn's I've read on your blog. I'm very ignorant on the subject.
ok, i laughed too when i read that the doc thought it was up to her. silly rabbit.
and glad to hear how it turned out.
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