Infusions, Nostalgia, and Theatrical Wasp Dramas

Mama cooked for dinner tonight, because I didn't have the spoons! I am so grateful!!! 


Today has been one of those days where the past and present seem to blur together—equal parts routine, nostalgia, and absurdity.

Plasma Infusion day! 


My morning started, with my weekly Hizentra plasma infusion. It’s a lifeline, quite literally. Every week, I sit down, prepare my supplies, and let the immunoglobulin drip into my body, replacing what my immune system fails to produce. It’s a process that takes time and patience, but it keeps me going. I made sure to stay hydrated, drinking water to keep the post-infusion headache at bay, but my mind was elsewhere.

I was mourning the loss of Michelle Trachtenberg. It hit me in a way I didn’t expect—she was such a big part of the shows I grew up with, especially Buffy the Vampire Slayer. Dawn Summers was a divisive character, but I always had a soft spot for her. Maybe it was because she was the outsider trying to prove herself, constantly fighting to be taken seriously, something I’ve felt deeply at times.


Hydration is key for plasma day, to avoid a wretched hangover tomorrow... and rampant fatigue, but Ironically, that takes spoons... and time.. time I wouldn't have if I was infusing while at work! And it's why I never gave up everything to work in retail or hospitality. I tried. I wasn't able to accommodate the CVID Though! 


In my grief, I turned to Gossip Girl. There’s something almost therapeutic about sinking into the drama of the Upper East Side, where the biggest problems are who’s dating who and who just got betrayed by their so-called best friend. It’s escapism in its purest form. Plus, Blair Waldorf remains an icon—flawless fashion, razor-sharp wit, and a ruthless drive. I respect it.

But Buffy will always hold a bigger place in my heart. And if we’re talking about Buffy, we have to talk about Once More, with Feeling. Hands down, my favourite episode. A perfect blend of storytelling, humor, horror, and absolute chaos. The way the music drives the plot forward, deepening the emotions and conflicts of each character—it's just genius. Buffy’s heart-breaking "Give Me Something to Sing About", that gut-wrenching moment when she finally admits to her friends that they pulled her out of heaven… It’s a masterclass in how to use a musical format to enhance a show rather than just making it a gimmick. And let’s not forget "Walk Through the Fire", an anthem of resilience and determination that somehow makes me emotional every single time.
and "Life's a song, you don't get to rehearse" ... Of course... That's so META!



Speaking of chaos—last night’s show was an experience. Not just because of the performance itself (which I thoroughly enjoyed), but because before we even started, we were attacked. Not by vampires or demons, unfortunately—that would have at least been thematically appropriate. No, it was an absolutely massive wasp.




And when I say massive, I mean horrifyingly huge. The kind of wasp that makes you question whether some insects have been secretly evolving in the shadows, waiting for their moment to strike. This thing had no business being inside a theatre, yet there it was, buzzing around like it had bought a ticket and was ready to critique our performances.

Naturally, panic ensued. There was shrieking. There was arm-flailing. There were grown adults running in every direction, proving that no amount of stage training prepares you for the raw, primal fear of an angry wasp in an enclosed space. For a few moments, the entire production was thrown into disarray. Then, like a true hero, one of the guys stepped up and managed to catch it, bravely taking it outside like some kind of knight on a noble quest. He deserved a standing ovation before the show even started. I was so grateful to be in the Tech box far away from that thing, it was the size of my thumb. 

Despite the dramatic pre-show ordeal, the performance itself was fantastic. It reminded me why I push through the difficult days, why I keep doing this despite my health struggles. There’s a certain magic to live theatre—an energy that can’t be replicated anywhere else.

Now, as I wind down for the night, I find myself feeling immensely grateful. Grateful for my meds, for the doctors who keep me healthy enough to do what I love, for the people in my life who support me. It’s so easy to take these things for granted, but I try not to. Without them, I wouldn’t be able to perform, to watch my favourite shows, to laugh about wasp-related near-death experiences.

Here’s to another day, another infusion, another performance—
And hopefully, no more wasps.

XOXO

C 

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