As part of my last pre-transplant hurrahs, I was able to attend the Steel Stacks Improv Festival this weekend to see my bestie & a few other friends perform. In addition, I also saw many great groups from the region. Some I had seen from the prior year’s festival. Some were a few of my Del Close Marathon favorites. Some were teams I had made a point to see because there are people in them who have been a big part of my improv journey & learning. Others were new. It’s a nice mix.
As some of you already know, I’ve been taking very workshops & classes in improv for about 2-3 years now. I enjoy them when I do. I’ve learned a variety of other things rather than just short or long form techniques in that time. It has been an excellent way to lift my spirit & sense of humor in difficult situations. Also to keep my mind active. Above all, it is also fun. Fun is important. Most of us with chronic & rare disease don’t seem to get quite enough of that at points.
I had my lung function test on Tuesday. Seems I was close to where I was back in August, which was a huge relief after the drop I had last month.
So, I’m taking a personal risk here because I want to be sure someone reaches their goal. Many of you have heard me talk about what a wonderful gift & fun hobby improv has been to me since a friend encouraged me to learn it a few years ago. I love watching others perform as much as I enjoy performing.
Even after I started oxygen in April, so many people in my own improv community have been so supportive & encouraged me to keep going as I can. My machines & tubing are virtually invisible to my team & my friends. I’m fortunate in that regard, that they make it an inclusive & warm community locally.
So many people I’ve known from workshops I’ve taken over time, people who have taught or coached me, friends, other people I’ve met, & performers I’ve admired have all offered their support once they found out I needed a lung transplant. But that’s not what I’m posting about today. Continue reading
After my red-tape runaround this morning (with trying to be released from the nursing home/rehab center), I did settle down but then couldn’t come up with much to write about. What I saw in my feeds were other bureaucratic & public policy & health nightmares & it pissed me off. I had my fill. I skimmed them, filed them in my head, maybe saved them for another day. Luckily I was distracted by a call from one of my friends in New York I hadn’t heard from in awhile & that was just the reset & refocus I needed….
So now that I’ve had time to step away from my job, & the “hamster wheel” of life, I’ve started noticing more things about myself that I never really paid full attention to until recently….
I’ve always enjoyed comedy, but I’m a fairly serious person. In fact, sometimes I can be downright anal when it comes to certain elements in my life. But people sometimes will laugh at things I say & do because I find humor in things that others don’t. It’s sometimes off-beat, corny, dry & snarky. But it’s always been (to some degree) a defense mechanism.