Movie Making is Not for the Broken Foot(ed)

If you have been in any kind of face to face conversation with me of late, they you should know that my band was chosen to be in a movie. Now, because as part of my contract, I am not supposed to blog about the movie, let's just say it's about forest animals that retaliate against a developer. We are the band in one scene. Well, yesterday, everything was going nicely and the cast and crew were all very accepting and even caring about my foot. The down side was that my foot had been inside of a 3-sizes too large cowboy boot for several hours, and needless to say, was swollen. The very worst thing to happen yesterday was a moment I had dreaded. The director told us to walk off stage. I looked at how far the stairs were from where I was standing, and felt overwhelmed. There was no way I was going to make it. I realized this is way that many people who have trouble walking, like people with M.S., feel. Something so simple as taking 10 steps was impossible for me.

Luckily the assistant directors arranged for me to exit on the other side of the stage with only 3 steps. We did the take 5 times. I was counting how many steps I was taking. Each time I stepped in the too-big boots with only the support of a thin sock, my foot hurt, and I wondered how much damage I was doing.

After we finished that scene, I took my boot and sock off to reveal a balloon, I mean, my foot, no a balloon... it was bad. Eventually I got some ice and good advice from the medic. Today I brought my walking boot down to the stage with me, and my foot sat cradled inside until I had to get on stage. But 80plus degree weather in pleather cowboy boots again created a balloon of my foot. So, now I am sitting on my bed, foot elevated, ice pack on, and ankle in pain. I hope I didn't hurt it too!

I've gotten a lot of sympathy the past few days as well as "You're such a trooper!" Well, let's hope that they are right, and the little voice in my head that says, "You're such an idiot" is wrong.