I'm alive.

I got to sing in the concert last night. I don't know how I managed to get through the last four days of rehearsals, but I did. A lot of my fellow choir members wondered what on Earth I was doing there since I was so obviously ill, but I managed to drink enough cough syrup with codeine last night so as not to interrupt any of the soloists. I'm sure all pay for that tomorrow! But the concert went great and I'm glad I was able to be a part of it.

And now I'm going to sleep.