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Dancing in the street
Apr. 12th, 2005 01:43 pm10 months ago I found out that I had Hepatitis C and the only thing that would get rid of it was 6 months of strong chemicals. I did all my research and was terrified about what my reaction was going to be and how sick it was going to make me. A week later I was in my doctor's office on the upper east side in the early afternoon with the doctor's PA yelling at me to jam the fucking needle in - which I finally did, it wasn't that bad, and he went back to his normal sweet self. The side-effects - fever, chills, flu symptoms, nausea - could hit me anywhere from an hour to 24 hours later.
I was so agitated and frightened that I decided to walk back to the ferry terminal at 34th St on the west side. I stopped into Crate & Barrel and just wasn't feeling the orange and greenness and kept going. I ended up at 42nd St and Broadway with Tori Amos blaring out of my iPod earbuds and I was suddenly very very frightened. If I couldn't tolerate the treatment, which was a strong possibility, then I might die.
So there I was in tourist land and I decided that what I needed to do was to fully absorb Tori Amos and DANCE my way down 42nd street. No fear. No shame. No embarassment. Just power through it like I was going to need to power through the next six months, no matter what. And Tori demanded interpretive dance. Two full crosstown blocks of it. I'm sure I scared some people and I'm glad no cops got involved, but when I reached the end of those two blocks I was laughing and crying at the same time and exhausted. I cried most of the way home. The next six months were sheer torture but I made it, I'm apparently cured, and I'm pretty much recovered.
This last weekend I was in Boston for a reading of Ernie's new musical at one of Emerson's theatres. Saturday was gorgeous and I basically had a lazy day to myself so I walked from where we were rehearsing - near Mass Ave and Columbus - to the BSC by Copley. I had a really good workout even though the gym was pretty empty and short on eye candy. On the way home I felt REALLY good and I was listening to the soundtrack to (the first)(british) Queer as Folk - fun, GAY, happy music, and I was sort of bouncy dancing as I walked and I was filled with joy and relief and happiness, and I started crying again but really happy crying this time.
A lot of people I read on LJ are having bad things happening to them right now and I was thinking about how bad things, as awful as they are, are just natural and just happen and we don't get a choice. But things change, things often get better, and then there are good things to enjoy and revel in, and I am just reveling the fuck out of my life right at the moment for as long as it lasts.
I was so agitated and frightened that I decided to walk back to the ferry terminal at 34th St on the west side. I stopped into Crate & Barrel and just wasn't feeling the orange and greenness and kept going. I ended up at 42nd St and Broadway with Tori Amos blaring out of my iPod earbuds and I was suddenly very very frightened. If I couldn't tolerate the treatment, which was a strong possibility, then I might die.
So there I was in tourist land and I decided that what I needed to do was to fully absorb Tori Amos and DANCE my way down 42nd street. No fear. No shame. No embarassment. Just power through it like I was going to need to power through the next six months, no matter what. And Tori demanded interpretive dance. Two full crosstown blocks of it. I'm sure I scared some people and I'm glad no cops got involved, but when I reached the end of those two blocks I was laughing and crying at the same time and exhausted. I cried most of the way home. The next six months were sheer torture but I made it, I'm apparently cured, and I'm pretty much recovered.
This last weekend I was in Boston for a reading of Ernie's new musical at one of Emerson's theatres. Saturday was gorgeous and I basically had a lazy day to myself so I walked from where we were rehearsing - near Mass Ave and Columbus - to the BSC by Copley. I had a really good workout even though the gym was pretty empty and short on eye candy. On the way home I felt REALLY good and I was listening to the soundtrack to (the first)(british) Queer as Folk - fun, GAY, happy music, and I was sort of bouncy dancing as I walked and I was filled with joy and relief and happiness, and I started crying again but really happy crying this time.
A lot of people I read on LJ are having bad things happening to them right now and I was thinking about how bad things, as awful as they are, are just natural and just happen and we don't get a choice. But things change, things often get better, and then there are good things to enjoy and revel in, and I am just reveling the fuck out of my life right at the moment for as long as it lasts.
