OUCH

Jun 6
1 min read

Well, apparently at some point while working at the scene shop, I stepped on a nail. I could barely walk last night and was convinced I was headed for some sort of dramatic medical emergency. This morning, however, we're staging choreography for Oliver! and, as they say, the show must go on.

Several people immediately told me I needed to get a tetanus shot. I was preparing for a full blown crisis, except my mother, the former ICU nurse who somehow still knows everything, reminded me that I had a tetanus shot last year. So apparently there is no need for a frantic search for a Kaiser Permanente office in the middle of nowhere. Crisis averted.

Now if my foot could kindly cooperate while I teach children to dance, that would be greatly appreciated. The glamorous life of community theater. One minute you're building sets, the next you're trying to remember whether you've had your tetanus booster while limping through choreography rehearsal.