Originally Posted by southblues
I was good at taking it slow on Sunday and Monday. Well, sort of.
Saturday I sang and played a gig. I was the lead singer. I put a tremendous effort out and it went great. I was able to sing well. I sat on a stool rather than standing. The audience was receptive and enthusiastic. I was able to present several of my original songs as well as a few standards. I even had a nice chat with several people after the show.
I was glad that my husband drove me because on the way home, I ran out of gas. My tongue was paralyzed and I couldn't talk. If I had been pulled over, I would have been arrested for drunk driving. Then it because difficult to breath. I tried to relax and concentrate on breathing and it got easier in a few minutes.
By the time we got home I was a lot better. (It was an hour drive.) I have been a bit wobbly in my gait and my ptosis has been bad since, but I seem to be feeling ok this morning. I am going off to work here in a bit.
"You pays your money and you takes your chances."
I can really relate to this because I too used to sing. I can't sing anymore and it makes me sad. I can't play guitar anymore either. I want to soooo much, but anytime I sing I can't breathe. I used to have a very powerful voice and now there is no ability to even control where the notes go without a lot of effort. Once upon a time I was a music major in college and even had a once in a life time opportunity to sing in the 1000 voice choir at the 1984 Olympic Open Ceremonies. I would have continued into a music career but circumstances halted me, and now that I'm able to pursue something my body can't.
I've tried to find another way to use my creative abilities so later in life I became an art major with an emphasis in painting, but by the time I graduated the economy tanked and I have a bunch of abstract paintings that I can't sell, especially in Arizona where Southwestern style prevails. I haven't painted in a while because I'm just too tired and I feel it's pointless to continue in this economy.
Now, I've been trying to write a sci-fi/fantasy novel, and I'm about a third of the way done, but my mind is very dull lately. I try to write bits of the story here and there, but my memory of details are often obscured. I've made a calender of events in the story so that I don't get too far off track, and I'm writing bits out of sequence and will piece them together later.
It's like I'm evolving all the time; searching for a niche that my body can handle.