uh-oh, sicko

            I am sick.  Last night, I had a hard time sleeping cause I couldn't breathe through my nose.  It was just totally stuffed up.  My poor roommate kept waking up because of my loud sniffing, I think.  Anyway, I woke up with a sore throat, clogged ears, more of the stuffy nose, and a head that hurt.  I guess I could have called out of the show tonight, and let one of my three understudies go on, but that just isn't my style.  I really don't like calling out of things.  So, I did the show and it was a doozy, my friends.  

            And not a good doozy, I think.  I mean, I don't think the audience could tell that I was not quite as in it as I could have been, but I could certainly tell.  And Colt, who plays my husband in the show, could tell.  He was sweet, though--he kept asking if I was alright and if he could do anything.  Anyway, halfway through the show, I had a little break and so was able to catch up on the comments on this blog.  Well, there was a new one in response to one of my older posts, and it was a little rude, I gotta say.  And here I was sick, trying to push through a really energetic and demanding show, and that comment just felt like the proverbial straw that broke the camel's back.  Anyway, it hurt my feelings a little, so I called Jenna and let her do what she does so well--act as a loyal advocate of anyone in our family and make anyone who crosses our path shiver in their boots with fear.  

     I took some nyquil, a z-pack, and something homeopathic.  I also have some nasal spray that I have been told by Gabby to take (she might want to get some sleep tonight).  And with that, I am going to bid you all a good night--or day, depending on when you happen to read this.