When she was younger she used to babysit this snobby little girl. The girl loved to pretend like she knew everything even though she was essential just a little girl.
One day they found a wasp stuck in her bathroom. "Don't!" She yelled at the girl as she swatted at insect without any thought to her own safety. She got stung and panicked.
Quickly her adrenaline kicked in. She checked for a stinger, there wasn't one in her skin. She put some ice on it and then called her mother. "She got bit by a bee!" She screamed into the phone.
Her mother came and told her there wasn't any more to be done. She had done a good job, taken care of the problem.
The child's mother came home soon afterward, and when she was recounting the story, she began to cry. Sob. Completely break down in the retelling of the traumatic event.
She felt the same the day after her latest play. It wasn't the usual ennui or la petite morte she usually had. It was a traumatic event she had gotten out of by the skin of her teeth.
The director had been mean, to other people and to her. She had stood up to him, more than she ever needed to stand up to anyone. It had been one of the most stressful and emotionally draining months of her life. She felt like she needed to cry. Sob. Completely break down.
She was still traumatized by it all. She couldn't do it. She still felt like she was still in the situation, like the monster was hiding just around the corner. Three small bruises on her arm showed his final strike, when he grabbed her and told her she was a "straight shooter" while gifting her with a cannon from the set. She wasn't even sure it was his to give.
She couldn't relax. Her entire body was sore, she didn't feel well. Her body started reacting physically as the day wore on. She needed to get food but couldn't get away from the bathroom. Mel brought her food in-between his two jobs. She told him he was fantastic.
