Blue Monday, Tuesday. . .Wednesday?

This week started out bad.  I gave up a film role in a major motion picture (as an extra but, still. . .) to go to a substitute teaching job and, then, that job got canceled because I called the teacher the night before, just to confrm I'd be there tomorrow for her, and she realized she'd entered the wrong day for her absence and quickly corrected it by canceling the job all together.  Thus, leaving me in the lurch, without my coveted film role OR sub. job---at 10 PM Sunday night.  (Too late to do anything about anything!)  BUMMER!

The film is calld TRUST and is directed by David Schwimmer, of FRIENDS fame, and stars Clive Owen, of movie star (DUPLICITY with Julia Roberts) fame.  I love going to the set, having opportunities to network, make new friends and maybe see myself in a major motion picture.  But, that wasn't to be.  This week at least.

Last night I met my Mom and sister for dinner.  We all ordered Talapia which was tasty and delicious.  Then chatted and laughed about one thing and another, me, recanting how I lost both jobs through slight-of-hand life screw ups and acting as if everything was tragically funny, just my luck, yuck, yuck, yuck.

Within 20 minutes of leaving the restaurant, I got a case of heartburn royale!  My chest constricted leaving me paralyzed with pain and fear.  All I could do was go home and sit on the can.  Remain still as a board or else shooting pain would engulf my chest.  After 4 hours, I was finally able to lie down and drift off.

The body knows.  Always.  And reacts.  And protects.  And warns.  And admonishes.  What is my body telling me?  Heartburn desguised as heart ache?