If that wasn't enough, l'm miserably sore from a visit to the chiropractor's office on Monday. The massage therapist ripped into my broken wing so hard this time. I'm usually pretty tough when I am having work done on my my rotator cuff, but I had to stop her 20 minutes in because it was excruciating - surely my birth pains will not be worse than what she was doing to me….? It was absolutely knock-the-breath-outta-ya painful.
Now my head hurts and my body hurts...AND I HAVE A SHOW IN THREE DAYS.
I cried for 20 minutes this morning when I was rehearsing my text:
So come now, Lord Jesus
Come in your silence
breaking our noising
laughter of panic (<-----WHUUUUUT. That line right there.)
breaking this earth's time
breaking us, breaking us...
Two of my cast mates cried in rehearsal tonight, one while singing the line "All hail the power of Jesus' name" and the other while singing "O Savior of a fallen race" -- The material for this concert is profound. And we are broken people. I know this even without the current physical ailments, but I can't help but feel like the Universe conspired to bring me to the brink of exhaustion in order to really drive the point home.