|In a jam again waiting to go to de Hoss Pee Tal|
It's funny how sometimes life drops many little surprises into your lap. Some good, some bad and some you kinda of scratch your head at. So many cliches come to mind, "life never goes as you planned it" " it's Murphy's law" "karma is a bitch" and on it goes.
One thing I do know is that you should always be able to move laterally when a plan you've made doesn't come together due to extenuating circumstances. I admit, I'm a stickler for plans. I like knowing exact dates, times, places, so much so that yeah I'm a bit of a control freak (well if you time every line for every frame that you've storyboarded for your own TV show.... ) however one of my life lessons is to learn to readjust fast ( I'm not good at that, I tend to grind a bit first before going into first gear) and go with the flow. (bobbing along on a lilo as the stream meanders to who knows where comes to mind) And that's exactly what I had to do with the Exhibition we had planned for the 13th May.
For some reason I decided to call Lisa early two days before the Scandelabra Showcase we were hosting. Knowing artists the way I do, I knew there was some form of panic going on, the hint being we had only been communicating via e mail and texts. She picked up the call and all I heard was a very bunged up, muffled " I'll call you back, I'm at the clinic , I can't breathe". Yoikes!! panic mode , and we're on Def con 3. Eventually she texts me to say she's been admitted to hospital, hooked on to the oxygen machine and is undergoing tests. Now here's the clincher, she's asking me if I'm OK as we text each other. Errr hello, I'm fine, not in hospital, not hooked up to a machine, stop asking about me, what can I do for you Darth Vader (is what she claims she sounds like at the moment)
|Ms Darth Von Vader-ham|
As diplomatically as I can, I ask her what she'd like to do regarding the exhibition, it's a bit sketchy because her results haven't come in. She has a lung infection compounded on top of her asthma and allergies and it's unclear how long she's going to be in the hospital , let alone convalesce for. So we agree to push the Exhibition back another two weeks. I set another date on the event invitation and sent out apologies to the invitees.
In production we call it contingency dates, in real life you call it sods law. I do recall when my husband had just passed away, a "former" friend who had given me a ticket to a show/dinner, decided that as I was grieving, I'd not be going, naturally. She wanted the ticket back (to give to someone else....), but didn't have the balls to ask for it, so she sent another friend to get the ticket back. I call it bad taste, other people would call it practical. There are some things you let go when another person is in a world of pain, loss, illness, hospitalisation, etc and uh tact does come into play big time.
Anyway, Lisa's finally out of hospital, but not out of the woods yet. I'm not sure how's she's going to be in a weeks time, so I will be ready to change dates in case she's still unwell. Yeah, I think I'm finally learning to move from plan a to plan b without too much internal grumbling and swearing. All I can say is in the bigger scheme of things what's more important, a friends health or her work? I've figured it out, have you.
|Friends, where would you be without them x|