3:30am pst I wake in startle, my arm clenched in dystonic cramps, right 7-8th ribs still fractured and caught up in the dystonia. All I can think of is where’s my pills.? Next to me of course, my little lit pill caddie tis a lovely thing for emergency pill finding in the dark. As I reach for my cane and hoist myself off the couch I realize I hurt everywhere, hmmmm this isn’t good as I make my way to the kitchen to get more pills not of the PD variety but of the pain kind. It’s Saturday morning here early and the house is asleep I’m protesting making coffee because if I do make coffee the I’m officially “up” where as I can pretend as I type this out from the sofa that I might actually go back to bed.
“Too Many Pills”
This painting always makes me giggle a bit, as anyone who suffers from anything chronic you too can relate. Today I have high hopes for being left alone to my own devices here in the studio. M-F I play chauffeur which is not only horribly time consuming but really painful. Sitting for any extended period of time is no good.nat least when I’m painting I can get up and stretch walk around do a little happy dance 😉
You know when a song hits all the right cords perfectly in-tune with your soul? That U2 song does that for me. Any how, I’m up in the studio now wandering around trying to decide what to start on Tree or Love. Maybe I’ll keep defining Symbiotic. I’m certainly in the mood for paint and words this morning though. My studio is a place of healing for me. When I’m here all my pain melts away it’s just me and my thoughts.
Well it’s time for me to put my phone down and make some choices on the day. I’ll be posting on and off most off the day since I’ll only be running one errand today which is the frame store.
I truly hope you have a great day and wish you the greatest of success in all that you do.