My NaBlo posts are in the form of letters to my journal about my revision process. Along the way, I'll include Home-Made Revision Workshop posts, and my Friday Challenges.
for pictures of our trip please go to my non-writing site - Living the Complicated Simple Life
The weekend was an absolute mix of heaven and hell - nirvana and samsara - bleak and beautiful. My beloved step-dot shone in her first mystery weekend. She outdid everyone's expectations and was not only a wondrous actress, but more importantly when spending time in tight quarters with crazy middle to old aged types - a true fun presence. The plot went well, Keltic was gorgeous as usual.
But moi? I drove halfway there on Thursday to stay overnight with Linder in Merigomish, with step-dot and K. in car. I already had a bad back, the rain was fierce and so it was tense driving. My back went out in a way it never has before. Slept badly at Linder's though the food and conversation was, as always, brilliant fun. Linder drove the next day as I was too gimped. I got through the Friday night scenes by staying somewhat still and by having K. tell the crowd that my sore leg WASN"T a clue.
I couldn't sleep at all Friday night - the pain was unrelenting. K. called an ambulance at 5:30 AM. They got there in ten minutes and took me to the nearest hospital. There I met a lovely doctor who gave me a shot and some pills. Apparently my sacroiliac is on fire. Got back to the hotel in time for rehearsal before breakfast but I was written out of scenes and spent most of the day on the couch drifting in and out of sleep watching weird television shows. Mostly cooking I think. I went to the dinner and the dance feeling much better and managed to do what I had to - then back to the couch (I had to sleep sitting up somewhat so the bed was out and too disturbing for K.) Then L drove us all back to Merigomish and K. drove me back home and her husband came and got her (my car). Everyone was dear as anything. But this report is it. I'll try and write something tomorrow but now, it is back to bed and trying to get into see my acupuncturist etc...
What did I learn? Remember dear journal, a writer can use any experience. I learned that there are doctors in tiny away places who are skilled, kind and blessedly still there. I learned that like those people I've read about, if I'm eaten by a bear, I will not pass out, how ever much I want to.