God's Wacky Sense of Humor
1) the Richmond Shakespeare thing, for which I'm spending most of my time composing, arranging, and rehearsing the collossal amount of music required for The Tempest,
2) the teaching thing at the Center for the Arts, which I'll be finishing up in two weeks, and
3) the new music ministry thing at Redeemer Lutheran Church, double the amount of work because everything is new.
So this is the busiest I've ever been. Ever. Seriously, grad school looks like summer vacation compared to this stretch of six weeks from May 1 through June 14. Given my druthers, I wouldn't have started at Redeemer until after the school year ended, but that's as may be. I'm really thrilled to be there, I'm enjoying the wind-down at CFA, and The Tempest sounds pretty cool thus far.
Except that I've been sick since the last week of April. It started as a raging sore throat and laryngitis the week I shot John Adams, and has since settled into consistent chest congestion and constant exhaustion. I'm tired 24 hours a day, can't get enough sleep, and am forgetting all kinds of stuff.
Yesterday, I finally made time in my schedule (by putting off music work and skipping a production meeting) to go to the doctor. I had tried a couple weeks ago, but the waiting list was 20 deep and I didn't have five hours to spend in a lobby. So they stuck needles in my arm, which almost makes me shriek with fear each and every time, and x-rayed my chest.
It turns out I have acute sinusitis. The common symptoms are a cough when you lie down and constant exhaustion. The doctor said "People who have this come to the doctor thinking they have mono."
Wonderful timing. God's wacky sense of humor at its finest.
It's not like the hard work made me sick and tired. I got sick the week before I started at Redeemer. This was just the perfect setup to make me half-suck at everything I'm doing.
According to the doctor, it's going to take about 3 weeks to clear up, and 5-6 days before I feel any better at all. So if you see me around town and I seem out of it, that's just because I'm totally out of it.