It's been a week of discomfort for your old pal Zee. On Sunday, the air conditioning in my apartment went on the fritz [A Foolish Flashback: it happened last year, too]--just in time for the most punishing heat wave of the summer so far. My landlord didn't exactly rush to the rescue. First he was hard to get ahold of, then he came out to take an ineffective look, then in the middle of the week he promised a repairman who didn't show up until today, Day 6 of the crisis. The system seems to be working now, but it sure took a long pull to get here.
Another source of discomfort: yesterday morning I woke up with a stabbing pain in the upper part of my back on the right side. It hurt to bend over, swallow, and breathe--three things I periodically need to do, and sometimes at the same time (if you know what I mean). I have narrowed down the cause of the pain to one of the following:
2. a shattered rib
3. a pulled muscle sustained while slouching through a show at Right Brain Project, where the seats have no backs
It's a little better today, but I'm starting to miss the luxury of painless breathing.
My short review of Infamous Commonwealth Theatre's Escape from Happiness is in this week's Chicago Reader.