I don't know how painters live through their training and become old painters, because I've injured myself doing this. First off, there's a ton of scrubbing and scraping to be done, carrying of stuff back and forth and all the weird ways one must contort one's body for hours at a time to do the job well.
|Rose followed a magnetic mosaic pattern on this art project.|
And keep in mind, I'm only doing the foundation bits! I'm not standing on ladders or scaffolding or anything really crazy even. But somehow I've managed to injure myself so badly that I've had to go to the emergency room for the pain. They think it's a rotator cuff injury maybe, they don't know for sure except nothing is broken. Sent me home with a prescription for like, 10 measly pain pills and a "hope that works!"
Well. I don't find that adequate medical care, really, but things were so dreadful youbetya I filled the prescription at 4:58 on a Monday morning and stopped in at the donut shop next to the pharmacy when it opened at 5 to get the kiddos a dozen donuts and a free coffee for me. (I don't know why but there are some stores that give out free coffee on Mondays if you're buying a buncha stuff. I needed the coffee anyway and the kids like donuts, right?)
Then I followed up with my family physician in the hopes of REAL medical care. He made the doctor in training do all the paperwork and listening and then he came in and just poked me in the general vicinity of my shoulder only one time and - based on my unfortunate reaction - declared the whole area so bad off that he couldn't even test where the swelling was! So. Steroids and crap and I don't know what else has been prescribed. I have a drug schedule and a follow-up appointment and yes, I will time the meds so that I will just cringe through however long it takes and not do any dope-driving.
So anyway, if it turns out there are weird unpainted patches on the back of the house this winter, I've just decided it's looking "good enough," ok? I'm done until spring or rather? Patrick is gonna take over in the spring.
OH. The x-rays I got at the hospital show I have some pretty bad arthritis. I sort of felt like I had it for several years now but then I rationalised that I was too young and so on. Nope. I have arthritis and it shows up on x-rays from the neck down. Yippeee!
|Woodjie HATES art but humoured me anyway to make me happy. He loves me bunches. :)|
Anyway... all that to say? Right now, I'm hanging out at home and not driving anywhere. Also I hate prednisone. At this rate of weight gain on that drug? I will have my own "slobby and staying in bed/ strangers must wipe my bottom when I poo" TV series in about a year. It's discouragin', folks. Hopefully I bounce back pretty soon but meanwhile I am doing all sorts of non-cooking activities at home with the little homeschoolers. Every art project that's been lying dormant for a while and just about every book is getting a good going over because why not.
This week I got a jury summons also! I hope they buy, "I'm not sure if I will be able to drive by mid-December and also I'm homeschooling a disabled kid" as an excuse but if not, maybe I will have to show up all doped up and do the best I can with impaired judgement and all that. I hope not for the defendant's sake but I'm not going to jail for failure to appear on top of all this going on, thanks.
I'm wanting to enjoy my new siding when-ever it comes in and gets popped up on my house and I can't do that from prison.
Oh well, I'll keep you posted. Please mentally correct any grammar mistakes and incoherence in this post as it was written in a pretty cheerful but rather impaired state - thanks. xx