Precisely the current state of my life at the moment.
And I don't hate it a bit.
Never. Again.
My apologizes for the lack of meaty posts. Friday night was the beginning of my my body's attempt to fully shut down in slow motion over the course of six days (and still counting). I went to the emergency room on friday night (because that's every twenty five year old's place of choice to spend their friday night, isn't it?), with excruciating pain that was in fact so bad, that I could barely walk, stopping me in my tracks when I tried to be too cool and "walk it off". I know the anatomy of a human being about as well as I know the anatomy of a wild buffalo, so naturally, I thought I was either about to experience some sort of bodily implosion, or I was about to give birth via my love handle. Believe me when I tell you that anything felt possible at that moment.
So, there I laid on a stretcher in the hallway of a hospital, with my arm in some nurses grip as she mercilessly shoves an IV into my arm. I wanted to sing her praises when she told me that she was putting the pain killers in, via IV. That instantly changed from me wanting to pull her fingernails off one by one when she actually injected the pain killers. I lay there in shame, yelling, "My eyes! My eyes burn so bad!!!", flinging my free arm over my face. I peeked over at my sister, standing at the edge of my stretcher, looking completely and totally confused and perplexed. Like I was about to be, or should be, rolled off into a white padded room. "Do you want me to hold off on the rest?", the nurse asks, without pausing the injection of what felt like bleach, into my veins. "I don't know ... how much is left an how much are you supposed to give me?", I asked her, trying to eye up the syringe. "Ok, you're done.", she says with a smile. What is WRONG with that woman???
Let's make a long story short, because trust me when I tell you that you want to know nothing about the details. Like how my ultra sound somehow turned into an "internal" ultrasound. (The pain was near my pelvis, use you're own imagine to figure out how they got all internal on me...) And how I almost got walked in on by a little mexican cleaning man while I was trying to get dressed back into my clothes after my bodily violation of an ultra sound, and by trying to get dressed, I mean stumbling around with no pants on, while tangled up in my IV line. (Why they leave a doped up person on pain killers in the room alone is beyond me.) Regardless, I was able to leave there with a good laugh/story to tell. Of course, it wasn't this funny at the time. Then again, I also don't have eyeballs that feel like they're flaming from my face to P me off.
Aside from six days of nausea/abdominal pains that can kill a lumberjack, I've been spending time on the floor of my room painting .... and painting .... and painting. My stack of paintings is getting quite high. I've been giving them away just to make more room! Not that I ever like to see them go ...
I bought a ton of new paints, acrylics and watercolors that I've been abusing to the fullest extent of the painting law. Arrest me.
Here's some new additions to Paper Bullets. (Please ignore my DNA inspired sheets as the background.)
Color the era.
[Watercolors]
You always look for a bigger bang ...
[Pink gun, got rough with the brush to make it look like "bullet holes"
with red/pink hearts in the center of them, and grey "smoke"
forming hearts and pretty things.]
Revelry
Letting the memories out ...
Tadpole
Today I feel Gridelin, a violet-grey hue. Kind of deep and somber, but still spiked with fun.
Current Listen: Phil Collins - Another Day In Paradise (Have you ever listened to this song and imagined it remixed? Someone please make my dreams come true...)
