If you're like me, you might feel some reluctance about going to a show by and about a disabled person. Not because you're bigoted--necessarily--but because you don't want to spend an evening doing something you're sure will bum you out. Overcome it. Now. Tekki Lomnicki is a dwarf who's also a great monologuist with a funny, powerful, vivid autobiographical show it would be a bummer to miss. A sort of sick man's Wizard of Oz, Blurred Vision presents Lomnicki as a hypochondriacal Dorothy wandering among the doctors--from radiologists to naprapaths, neurologists to her new age friend Debbi--asking not how to get home but whether she has cancer. Which, in a weird way, turns out to be the same question. Though the ending is somewhat saccharine, this hour-long show spares little along the way, hilariously satirizing the labyrinth of medical faith even as it demonstrates the painful consequences of living one's life within that labyrinth. I saw Blurred Vision with my father-in-law, who said afterward that he thought it should be on Broadway. I asked him how someone that small could command a 1,400-seat theater. He replied, "Oh, they'll see her." See her. Live Bait Theater, 3914 N. Clark, Chicago, 312-409-1025. Through June 27: Friday-Saturday, 8 PM; Sunday, 3 PM. $20.