Dizzy Rascal.
My labyrinthitis
has got worse over the past few days. We had to cancel last night’s show as a
result.
It’s tiring more than
anything. It takes a lot of effort to negotiate your way past people on the
street without bumping into them, or going into an awkward little dance as you
work out who should step to the left and who should step to the right. People
seldom look where they’re going anyway; what would niggle on the average day
becomes exhausting when your head is mid-spin.
If the show
wasn’t as physically demanding I would be all right. I’ve been trying to pace
myself, but this is difficult. The play doesn’t really work if it isn’t
performed full out.
Cancelling last
night’s show wasn’t a disaster. We only had six booked, who are
likely to move to a different night. I still didn’t like having to do this; I
hate being the reason something didn't go ahead.
I’m having a
blood test this week. I’m also about to start a new course of medication.
Hopefully this will sort things out. I just hope it doesn’t hang on for as long
as it did the last time I suffered from it.
I promise I’m not
pissed. Well, no more than usual.