I’ll show you mine if you show me yours!!
This was taken two days after falling off the stage in the middle of a cabaret that I was doing a little over a year ago. I fell straight off. My legs broke the fall on some steps (thank god) and I landed on my chin. The most ridiculous part of this story is that the next part of the joke I was in the middle of was to drop and do push-ups. So I did them anyway, on the floor in a puddle of blood. I tried to go on with the show with blood POURING down my body. I was shocked with how much blood there was. The only reason I finally left the stage is because I couldn’t get my face to stop gushing and the audience was looking at me in horror. I tried sopping it up with my scarf, I poured water over my chest to wash away the blood. I even made a Sweeney Todd joke. I tried so hard to keep going. The sense was completely knocked out of me. I must have looked like a raging lunatic.
Anyway, I spent the night in the ER getting stitches in my chin and x-rays on my legs. They actually put me at the top of the waiting list since I looked like someone had slit my throat or like I was an extra in a Freddy Kruger movie. My beautiful friend Lindsay Naas stayed with me and brought me chocolate and a laptop to play on. It meant so much to me. A hospital can be a very lonely place to be.
Luckily, none of my injuries were that serious, but I will say that I STILL have a bruise on my left leg from over a year ago. It’s quite unsightly, but it’s my battle scar. I’m proud of it. Not necessarily proud of how I got it, that’s just embarrassing. But, proud that I suffered for my art! I’m so method. 
