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Sunday, 21 November 2004
Well, did it again
You ever think that sometimes it's just better if you'd stayed in bed? That was my thought this week.
We're down to the last 4 shows and things are going well. However, the sleep deprivation is now getting to me.
Not only am I walking into walls and discovering bruises in places that I don't want to mention, I'm now drawing blood.
On Saturday, we showed up early to set everything up for the show. Because we've moved the set so much, it needed a few touch ups. So, being the clutz that I am, I mentioned in passing that I should be informed of where the paint was. Knowing me, I'd walk right into it.
As we had everything set, I began to get a few things set up for the bar. There were a few glasses that we used on stage that needed to be washed. No big deal right? Wrong.
I put everything in the sink and began to wash the glasses. I got a few done when I started to wash the champagne glasses. I put my hand inside and snap. The glass broke cutting my finger in the process.
I grabbed a tea towel and called for help. Now this is an hour before show time. Therefore, no time to go to the hospital. The guys weren't much help. Panic set in and I was the only level headed one. We got the first aid kit from the front (which of course had almost nothing in it) and I placed about 4 bandaids over it. I managed to close everything up pretty well, but needed to change it at intermission.
We finished the show and everything went fairly well. But, I wasn't the only one in trouble. One actress had a back problem, one actor was sick to his stomach, and another actor stubbed his toe on a weight. We were just a mess.
I decided, since it was only 11:00 pm, not to go to the hospital right away. I hate waiting in emergency. So, we went out for a few beers and I drove myself to the hospital after. Luckily, there was only one other person in the E.R. and that was a guy with constipation. 4 stitches later and I was done.
This is not an uncommon occurence for my family. I'm thinking of having t-shirts made that say, "Hello. I'm a (insert last name). Have a first aid kit handy."
The stories of my Dad are legendary. But, I'll save that for another day. Until then, I think I'll stay away from all potentially sharp objects.
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