So I'm pretty sure I died today. I'll let you all in on the events that led up to my death.

It all started Friday when pre-production on Lonely Hearts kicked off for me. I arrived at the office and started work at 9:00 am. I didn't eat all day and I worked till the 1:00-2:00 am range. Luckily I got Saturday off to recuperate and came back on Sunday for more shit. Right, so, Sunday, I worked all day again. Since we were going to be shooting nights you would think it would be smart for everyone to come in later and work into the night but I showed up at 9:00 am and worked till about the same time again. Luckily I started work Monday at 12:00 pm. Unluckily, I finished work around 5:00 am and went home to sleep till 3:30 pm when I would have to get up and get ready to start shooting the movie. Just because this movie was shooting for two days and just because we didn't have nearly enough money or man power and just because movies are never on schedule we only finished one of the slotted locations on our call sheet and had to move everything back plus I worked from 5:00pm to 12:00pm and that's just not right. Needless to say I didn't really sleep between the hours of 12:00pm and 3:30pm when I had to get up and get ready again for another day of shooting. Though the scenes we did on Wednesday evening/Thursday morning turned out much better, we still ran out of time and things got ridicules. The director wanted to keep shooting, half the crew had flights to catch back to LA and the other were so tired from working no one could really function. About this time I was hunched over in excruciating pain tying to figure out what was wrong with me. When I could finally stand without waves of nausea overcoming me I got some pain killers out of my purse and downed them as soon as I could find water. I felt okay for about two hours but when I finally made it back to the office to start paper work it felt like my body was being stabbed from the inside. I sent myself home before we wrapped the move and took some more pain killers. I slept for a while but then woke up around 8:00 and felt like I was going to die. After a trip to the emergency room and prescription drugs I was finally at home wondering how and the hell I had kidney stones and when they would be gone. Now its early Monday morning and after feeling shitty, more shitty, okay and less shitty, I feel like I'm going to die again and I'm starting to get really worried. I feel like crying half the time I hurt so badly and then I feel like I'm going to throw up and I don't want to feel this way anymore. Regardless if I feel better tomorrow morning or not I'm going to see the doctor again because I need help.

So, here is my advice to you: Drink lots of water. Don't stay up for two days straight. Eat something every once and a while and don't get kidney stones.

Also, dont die.

Also, Happy Birthday to my Dad.

Also, I love Kelly very, very much. 0 comments