Life really sucks some days.
May. 7th, 2005 09:04 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
maisfeekaBad day all around. Lots of hand and body pain from the weather and totally exhausted from simultaneous RA and FM flare-ups. I had plans to do dinner and see "Jesus Christ Superstar" with some of my friends tonight, but I almost called them up and cancelled 'cause I was so exhausted after I showered that I was nauseous and shaking.
But I really wanted to go so I didn't.
By the time we got to my favorite restaurant I felt too tired to eat. I finally sipped a cup of Miso soup and had a cucumber roll. I tried to eat the salad, but my hands were giving me too much trouble. We were late getting out and late to the musical - got there just in time to dash in and take our seats as they were doing the end of the overture (no one is allowed in once the play actually starts). I got to my seat and had barely sat down when I realized there was a haze in the air. They were using fog.
I am deathly allergic to fog.
I said to my friend, "My gods, they're using fog." Obvious, but it's what I said. She said, "Do you need to go?" I said, "Yes!" as I sprinted up the aisle, out into the lobby and on into the rainy outdoors where I took in huge deep breaths and prayed that my lungs weren't going to start seizing up and my brain wasn't going to shut down.
After a few minutes I went in and talked to the people there. The conversation went something like this.
"Do you know how long they use the fog for?"
"They don't use fog in this show."
"Are you sure, 'cause it looked like there was a haze in the auditorium."
"Nope, I don't think they use any. But maybe just a little bit in one of the scenes, but I don't think so."
"Look. I am *deathly* allergic to fog. If there is any fog I can NOT go in there."
"Well, what if you sit in the back? Would it bother you then?"
"It would if I breathe in any of the fog."
"You'd better not go in. We'll refund your money."
So there I am, friends inside - and now that they've started the play I can't go in to tell them I can't stay. They drove so I can't get home. And it's pouring rain out. There is no phone or phone book there. (One kind lady did offer me her cell phone, but with no number for a cab...)
So I went and walked around outside for a while and thought and then went in, borrowed a pen to leave my friends a note (for when they came out looking for me, 'cause again, no one can go in), walked down to Main Stree, found a pay phone, called information and asked for a cab company *ANY cab company.
When the cab arrived it was all smashed in on one side and there was already someone sitting in the back. The cab driver was on oxygen and there was quite an odor (turned out to be the guy in the back). But I was desperate and I'd been standing in the rain for almost half an hour at that point - and as I'd said earlier, I was already feeling so bad I wanted to collapse. So I got in. He had to take the other guy to be dropped off first. So we drove along in silence - windshield wipers sort of worked - and about 25 minutes later (mind you, my house is about 5 minutes from the theatre)I eventually got home to find a message on my machine from my friends all upset that this had happened and feeling terrible.
And then I had me a little cry and now I'm going to bed. Pffffffft.
But I really wanted to go so I didn't.
By the time we got to my favorite restaurant I felt too tired to eat. I finally sipped a cup of Miso soup and had a cucumber roll. I tried to eat the salad, but my hands were giving me too much trouble. We were late getting out and late to the musical - got there just in time to dash in and take our seats as they were doing the end of the overture (no one is allowed in once the play actually starts). I got to my seat and had barely sat down when I realized there was a haze in the air. They were using fog.
I am deathly allergic to fog.
I said to my friend, "My gods, they're using fog." Obvious, but it's what I said. She said, "Do you need to go?" I said, "Yes!" as I sprinted up the aisle, out into the lobby and on into the rainy outdoors where I took in huge deep breaths and prayed that my lungs weren't going to start seizing up and my brain wasn't going to shut down.
After a few minutes I went in and talked to the people there. The conversation went something like this.
"Do you know how long they use the fog for?"
"They don't use fog in this show."
"Are you sure, 'cause it looked like there was a haze in the auditorium."
"Nope, I don't think they use any. But maybe just a little bit in one of the scenes, but I don't think so."
"Look. I am *deathly* allergic to fog. If there is any fog I can NOT go in there."
"Well, what if you sit in the back? Would it bother you then?"
"It would if I breathe in any of the fog."
"You'd better not go in. We'll refund your money."
So there I am, friends inside - and now that they've started the play I can't go in to tell them I can't stay. They drove so I can't get home. And it's pouring rain out. There is no phone or phone book there. (One kind lady did offer me her cell phone, but with no number for a cab...)
So I went and walked around outside for a while and thought and then went in, borrowed a pen to leave my friends a note (for when they came out looking for me, 'cause again, no one can go in), walked down to Main Stree, found a pay phone, called information and asked for a cab company *ANY cab company.
When the cab arrived it was all smashed in on one side and there was already someone sitting in the back. The cab driver was on oxygen and there was quite an odor (turned out to be the guy in the back). But I was desperate and I'd been standing in the rain for almost half an hour at that point - and as I'd said earlier, I was already feeling so bad I wanted to collapse. So I got in. He had to take the other guy to be dropped off first. So we drove along in silence - windshield wipers sort of worked - and about 25 minutes later (mind you, my house is about 5 minutes from the theatre)I eventually got home to find a message on my machine from my friends all upset that this had happened and feeling terrible.
And then I had me a little cry and now I'm going to bed. Pffffffft.
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Date: 2005-05-07 06:31 pm (UTC)*tucks you in with much tea and sympathy*
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Date: 2005-05-07 06:35 pm (UTC){{{ HUGS and ANTI-PAIN VIBES }}}
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Date: 2005-05-07 06:42 pm (UTC)That totally sucks.
Tomorrow has to be better though, right?
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Date: 2005-05-08 03:00 am (UTC)Hope today is a much better day for you.
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