25 days to go

to the World Premiere of Migritude.

My director is sick, has lost her voice, and cancelled rehearsal today.

I've been fighting off a cold and cough for days, right through my sister Sneha's wedding. They blossomed into full blown flu on Monday night. I called Jan, my homeopath friend, yesterday morning, and she prescribed Gelsenium. It stopped the coughing almost immediately, but I was hit by wave on wave of extreme tiredness. I made it to La Pena to rehearse with Parijat, but struggled so hard to keep my eyelids up, even while I was moving, that I called it a day after 2.5 hours.

This is not what I'd expected at this stage. I'd planned to be in peak condition by now, powering down the home stretch towards the finish line.