SassyBlonde

Well, our first concert didn't go exactly as planned, at least not for me. And on my birthday, too.

When I got up this morning and headed down to breakfast, I expected just to have a bite to eat and then a walk to check out the area around where we're staying, but then I met up with Frankenberry downstairs on his way to the Baiyun Mountain park to walk around, and so I joined up with them and headed out for an even better walk.

Now don't get me wrong, Baiyun Mountain was awesome, but my Indian name should seriously be Pansy because I was ready to pass out after about ten minutes. All joking aside, at least Frankenberry and Juggler and the lead trombonist were willing to wait around for my sorry ass to climb up behind them as I snapped pictures of plants and birds and views and huffed and puffed my way up stair after stair.

When we got back, it was off to get money changed and get ready for the concert, which ended up being at a totally different hall than the one where I thought we'd be playing-- this one was a beautiful new and modern concert hall downtown rather than the historic hall where we performed last time, and I was a little disappointed that Frankenberry didn't get to see the last one: he would have flipped over the detailing and the architecture and the gardens surrounding it. We had a sound check, a little pre-dinner snack, and then got ready to play, and that's where things went downhill in a flash.

Everything was running, if not smoothly, then acceptably until about 75% through the first half of the program, when I started to feel really, really strange: my heart was pounding, my limbs felt heavy, and I felt incredibly hot and dizzy, all right before and during one of the pieces where I'm fairly essential, so I tried to keep going the best that I could and managed to finish out the piece, even though FB tells me I was listing to one side at some point and he was worried I was going to fall over. I did what any good diabetic is supposed to do and checked my sugar (though I had to do it THREE TIMES because I kept screwing up the process because I was so out of it), which was sky-high, so I corrected and tried to breathe deep and power through the last piece on the half.

Over intermission I felt better, so I trotted back on stage to make it through the rest of the program, water bottle in hand, and sat down to give it a shot. My body had other ideas though, and once I started playing, my heart rate started up, I saw black spots, and I was having trouble breathing: I knew I had to get off the stage or risk becoming a news item for passing out and falling off my chair, so I told FB I was going off and headed for the door after the piece was over.

From that point it was all downhill: I was so dizzy and nauseous I couldn't stand up without help, and though I'm not sure how bad it was, I know I had a fever high enough to give me chills for a good hour or so. Luckily for me, the promoter's assistant was backstage and was an absolute dream: she made sure I had water, help walking to and fro, and a cold cloth for my head-- she even massaged my scalp and my hands to try and help me out, but whatever it was was having none of it so I just tried to lie there and not pass out or hurl on my shoes.

At this point I really have to state my thanks for having Frankenberry there: he zoomed out after the second encore to make sure I was getting some help and made sure I had a quiet place to lie down, kept people away from me (which is no small thing in a nosey group like this one) and even arranged for an alternate way for me to get back to the hotel in the car of the hotel manager and his wife, all while basically holding me up every time I had to walk anywhere. He was so good that the Boss Man just let him handle everything and stayed back out of it. He's an amazing friend, and I cannot possibly express how thankful I am that he was there to help me-- it would have been pretty terrifying and horrible to go through that without a good friend there to look out for me. He got me out of the theater and into the car, made sure I was all right on the ride back by cramming himself into the backseat of a tiny car next to me and alternately telling me to keep my eyes open (to help with the nausea) and holding a cold towel to my head, and then made sure I got to my room all right and had everything I needed (thank goodness the convenience store next door had Gatorade) to get through until my roommate came back.

Needless to say, it wasn't the best birthday I've ever had, and even though whatever it was has mostly passed, it's not something I'll ever put out of my mind while touring ever again: the feeling of having to leave the stage in the middle of a performance is terrifying and awful and not something I hope to repeat. We're now in Beijing and on for another concert tonight, which I hope goes far, far better than this one did for me.