I was having an allergic reaction.
My eyes were swollen almost completely shut, my lips were huge, and my stomach and legs were covered in hives.
I know what you’re thinking – What are you allergic to?
My answer, dear reader, is this:
WHO THE HELL KNOWS.
Seriously, to this day, I have no idea what it was. And yes, DAD, I’m getting an allergy test.
After I woke up and got a glimpse of myself in the mirror, I called Noah in a panic and let him know that he needed to immediately get in his car, pick me up, and take me to the Emergency Room.
Somehow, Noah was able to understand me through my swollen lips. You know you are good friends with someone when they can decipher the words “allergic reaction” from what must have sounded like “amphergeek eashon.”
We got in the car and (thanks to Google maps) headed to what we thought was the closest ER. The “ER” turned out to be located between a Taco Bell and a Used Car Lot in a building that “used to be a church.”
Let me just say, when you think your throat is closing the LAST thing you want to be able to say is that you sought medical attention next to a fast food chain in a building that was once used to pray for the dead.
We finally made it to a legitimate Emergency Room (in a real hospital!!) and I checked myself in. As I was hastily filling out the required forms I came to the “Contact In Case Of Emergency” box.
I looked through the narrow slits that were my eyes at Noah who was supportively sitting there trying not to fall asleep. He just looked so tried, so worried, and so totally there for me.
So I wrote down his name.
It then asked me what my relationship to him was. I thought about that for a second. Neighbor? Writing partner? Producing partner? Acting Partner? Friend? Person Who Will Drive You To The ER At 3am?
They didn’t seem quite good enough.
So in my haze, with my fingers barely able to hold the pen I scribbled:
I’m sure the nurses are still laughing about that one.
The night ended with lots of Prednisone and a hefty charge to my credit card.
Oh, and I lived…in case you were wondering.
And the very next week, my BFF and I filmed the pilot episode of Book Club. (Hive free.)
And it was amazing.
Partly because of Noah.
Partly because of the incredible direction by Ms. Katey Wheelhouse.
Whom I met because my car died outside my apartment one day and she offered to jump it. The rest is history. We became great friends (despite the fact I am her noisy neighbor who lives above her.)
When Noah and I asked her to direct this project she threw herself in headfirst and hasn’t yet come up for air.
And I think that’s the reason the filming of Book Club was such a success.
Because the people who I’ve surrounded myself with are the kind of people who jump your car without knowing you and forgive you for wearing heels and walking on your wood floor at 1am.
They are the kind of people who take you to the emergency room at 3am even though they have to get up for work early the next morning.
They are your “In Case Of Emergency” people.
And in a way, Book Club was an emergency.
For a while I’d been feeling like if I didn’t make something happen for myself here in Los Angeles, nothing ever would. That I would end up always regretting not living the life I had dreamed. Worried that I was on the verge of giving up, and moving on to something else.
And I can’t think of any greater emergency than that.
Unless maybe your throat is closing.
So thank you – to all my “In Case Of Emergency” people (you know who you are.)
Without you, this dream of mine (and Noah’s and Katey’s) could have never happened.
If I could put you all down in that little box on the hospital form – I would.
These two are great if you need to go to the ER or have your car jumped. They are also wonderful people to call if you want your dreams to come true.