It's Getting Hot In Here......

Oh god.

You know what night it was dontcha?
TAP.

My knee was still recovering from the shock of doing something other than pumping the accelerator and I really wasn't sure I would be able to stand for a whole hour, let alone dance.

I made it though; in between nursing my baby from a distance via her Dad, work, emails and all that Jazz......

Shuf-ful-ball-change, duh, duh, da duh.  See I lam learning the tunes!

I survived. 

It was easier than last week, when I ran from the hall unable to speak, with only the intention of getting some where familiar before I collapsed. 

I left, wandered to the car, stopped off and got petrol.  I knew I was doing okay - the staff in the garage, didn't offer me CPR or a chair, or water. 

I arrived home, I had a shower. and look, If you could see me now.... I'm smiling.  I'm sitting, and not crying like I was last week, and I think, I just think I might be able to crawl from my bed tomorrow morning without sobbing and Si pulling both my arms from their sockets.

Amma Dancer I am!