My boss just told me that I am NOT going to be traveling to Phoenix for the 2nd week of production, as was our original plan. Out of concern for me, and for the shoot, it’s best that I stay in the office and not risk hurting myself again. Poop. As much as I do hate that my body is impeding my professional development, I am kind of relieved. It is true that I get tired faster, that my lower parts ache when I have to pee which is every ten minutes, that my back still hurts a little after I sit still for too long. Etcetera.
So I called Stewart and told him that the trip is off, so we have to go shopping for baby stuff. It’s a sign.