Well, dear readers, I haven’t really brought it up before, but yesterday we crossed the line and I suppose it’s time to acknowledge the rather horrid tooth pain I am having and when I say horrid I mean horrid. It’s been coming on subtly for a while and last week I realized that my gums in the lower back right side, where I have a gold cap and a porcelain cap was very puffy. So, I really began brushing that area like crazy, there was crazy bleeding, but that alleviated the swelling, thank goodness. But something is definitely wrong there because I simply cannot bite down on those two caps anymore – one of them is completely throwing my bite off anyway, but every time it press those teeth against the upper teeth the pain is incredible. I’ve been hoping it would go away, but yesterday it kind of reached epic proportions so around five-thirty I had Dr. Chew’s service page him. He got right to me and said I could come in today, so as soon as I’m up in the morning I’ll go right over to see him. I have a few suspicions – it could be that the tooth the cap is covering might have gone bad, or the gums might be infected or the cap or caps might need to be redone or filed down. Whatever it is, I need it fixed pronto – I really think I will have a very difficult time with the Kritzerland show if I’m in this kind of pain. So, hopefully if he can’t actually do the work today, I’m hoping he can do it this week, and I’m also hoping it will not be crazily painful because I hate pain, especially crazy pain. But right now that’s all I’m in – I just took, at Dr. Chew’s request, four Advil and hopefully that will get me through the night.
And there you have the story of the painful tooth. Otherwise, yesterday was a day that is already hazy in my memory, thanks to the pain. When I’m in pain, I am definitely off my game, and it was even hard for me to sit through the three-hour rehearsal. I did get ten hours of sleep and that part was great. Rehearsal was a little rougher than I like, but boy do we have a great cast in this show and the songs are just so damn tuneful. First to arrive was Chelsea Emma Franko. She ran her three numbers – a put-together of Open a New Window and Before the Parade Passes By, I’ve Never Said I Loved You, and Wherever He Ain’t. Then came Damon Kirsche, who sang the beautiful To Be Alone With You, which Jerry ghostwrote for Ben Franklin in Paris, then a put-together of Put On Your Sunday Clothes and It Only Takes a Moment, and he ran his part of Bosom Buddies, which he’s doing with David Engel, who wasn’t with us yesterday. Then came Shannon Warne who sang I Don’t Want to Know, If He Walked Into My Life and The Best of Times. She was followed by Valerie Perri who sang her three numbers – a put-together of There Is No Tune Like a Show Tune and It’s Today (they are, of course, basically the same song), I Belong Here and Time Heals Everything. Then Sami Staitman arrived and ran her one number, Look What Happened to Mabel. Jenna Lea Rosen also came by to run Ten Feet Off the Ground, which she and Sami are doing in the New York show. David Engel and Karen Morrow will be with us on Thursday.
After that, Jenna, her mom, Sami, her mom, and I went to Casa Vega, where they made us wait for twenty minutes even though there were many open tables. The food was, as always, excellent and I ate way too much of it as I hadn’t eaten all day. When I got home, the tooth pain was even worse, and, as it had been doing all day, was giving me a horrible headache – I’m still waiting for these four Advil to kick in – hopefully soon.
Today, I shall call Dr. Chew’s office first thing in the morning and hopefully I can get right in to see him. Once he ascertains what the problem is, then I’ll probably have to come back the next day, although part of me is praying he can just do whatever it is that need be done. After that, I’ll hopefully pick up some packages, eat something very light, and relax.
The rest of the week is meetings and meals, our second rehearsal, our stumble-through, seeing Ragtime, our sound check and our show.
Well, dear readers, I must take the day, I must do the things I do, I must, for example, see Dr. Chew, hopefully pick up packages, eat, and relax. Today’s topic of discussion: If you could cast your dream production of the problematic Mack and Mabel, who would be in it? Let’s have loads of lovely postings, shall we, whilst I hit the road to dreamland, with the sincere hope that Dr. Chew will be able to rid me of this completely meddlesome pain.