Well, I managed to get home without killing myself this evening.  That was a big plus.  This evening, I was chatting with the conductor of Footloose in the pit when all of a sudden, the foldable keyboard bench I was sitting on collapsed and managed to put my left calf into a vice.  And as I was still sitting on the bench, it was squeezing my calf.  Well, we managed to get my leg free and assessed the damage.  The bench... broken.  I had a small cut in my leg from the metal on the bench, my calf isn't really in pain,  but it is sore.  Tomorrow, I can assume that the area witll be black and blue.  Thanks to my walking for exercise and carrying the weight I do, my calves are in fabulous shape.  Had they not been, it would have hurt a helluva a lot more. I think I messed up my left elbow when I went down, or it's piano elbow from the deceptionaly difficult score for Footloose.
I'm going to take some Advil and go to bed.