I spent three days at home, getting myself back up to snuff.
If you're wondering, those three days involved a lot of soup, yoga and Pride and Prejudice.
By the end I was absolutely chomping at the bit to get back to the ballet. But then, of course, I got a beautiful letter in the mail.
When I opened it and scanned the contents, I was tempted to bash my head against the wall. It was from the hospital. It was a bill.
And it wasn't pretty.
"I could loan you the money." Bea offered, making me sigh.
I moved my cell from one ear to the other, holding it with my shoulder as I painted my toenails a deep shade of blue.
Yes, it was actually very stress relieving. When it didn't chip, that is.
"No, I can't live with that." I replied, "I think I'm going to have to get a side job."
"What?" she asked, "Alongside your training and shows?"
"I'll just have to make time," I muttered, "And it will give me some nice spending money eventually. Besides, the season is going to start in December with The Nutcracker, which means I still have an entire month."
"If you say so." she said with uncertainty, "I'll keep an eye out for you. My friend has a laundromat that might be hiring."
"Thanks, Bea." I said, waiting for her to hang up before putting my phone on the nightstand.
I sighed again and started working on a topcoat. Things were going to be busy. And if I didn't manage them properly Sutton would be a total pain in the neck.
I got up and fixed myself a warm glass of milk. Weird, I know, but at times it could actually help me sleep.
My pills were on the counter. Sitting innocently in their containers, watching, waiting.
I picked them up and shoved them into a cupboard, heading back into my room to curl up in my bed.
Eventually I settled into a nervous sleep, and felt my worries drift from my mind.