Ms. Diva, you would be still be welcome if my hubby had to wheel me over to you in an iron lung.
Luckily, that seems not to be the case at all - it is much, much better this evening. I think I pushed the aforementioned panic button, but I'd rather be overly cautious and okay than living in denial and have made things much worse by waiting to have it looked at.
Sumaya, I totally don't blame you for finding humor in the situation, since you've seen the staircase in question.
Believe me, if I could have seen myself in third person, I'd probably have busted a gut - I'm sure it was a total Chevy Chase-style slapstick moment. I swear, I don't know how anyone as uncoordinated as myself can make a living from dancing!
And I may lika da cocktails, but I swear I was not inebriated at 10:30am this morning. 10:30pm, now, you might have had somethin' there...
I will probably take it easy on the top half for the workshops, but I think I'll be okay to perform if I continue feeling better at this rate. It's a simple baladi choreo, not to much crazy in the arms, and thankfully no veilwork!