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I’d been suffering from chronic fevers, but nothing worse than what I was used to. I would take my meds and try to get some sleep in between trekking to multiple auditions a day. Since time was not as plentiful as it once was, I would often skip the use of my vibration vest and nebulizer, opting only for the use of my BiPAP.
Jen would take Shauna sightseeing, since Linda’s one piece of advice was that I should stop taking my wife and child with me to auditions. Most people were cool about it, but apparently it reeked of unprofessionalism. Since we had no vehicle while traveling abroad, I was supposed to take public transportation like any other working model. I took to wearing a painter’s mask to minimize my discomfort. My days were becoming less and less fun. But my portfolio was
