On October 3, 2011, I was rushing to meet the Chamber of Commerce Director, do some quick shopping and go to the opening of my newest exhibition, and fell!. Hard!
Since then I have seen more doctors, been to more hospitals, more rehabs than I care to remember. After surgery, they tell me there is some serious lung problem called "pulmonary fribrous". Wow, what is THAT? I was ready to call the mortuary, make my will and kiss my friends goodby. After MUCH testing, breathing, and cat scanning, it seems I may live after all.
To that end, I moved my studio home, enthusiastically taking over 2 northlit bedrooms....one for exercise and WC and one for oil painting. I located a drawing class in my cheerful sunroom and have slowly returned to my chosen profession. I have now learned how to breath and blow up balloons (at least halfway" and have practiced my drawing and sketched a watercolor "fantasy" painting. I even ordered more paint from Dick. So, for any of you who are still with me, Thanks a lot. I'm going to be watercoloring for awhile. That's my fun painting. And am I ever ready for fun. And drawings. And hope to be off and running, or maybe at least plodding. But keep tuned and wish me luck.
