Yes, late posting...though this was done last week, I'm just behind with everything admin related.
(No change there then ;)
Happy Friday lovely peeps
Sx
Week 5 of the 52 week challenge. The theme - eyes.
Because I can't leave it alone...
...& I'm not happy with that last doodle, it needs rotating...
Doing a lot of napping and sleeping and resting :sigh: and hoping...yes, hoping. Though it is hard to stay positive when your world shrinks...and hard not to want to hide away. Whether this is conveyed in these two images I have no idea...the viewer decides...is it the viewer who has the power in the relationship or the artist? I guess I know the answer to that...I just need to work at making it true.
I've queued this to post on the 22nd in the hopes that I really do go into hospital today...
My photo driving licence needs renewing, so obviously I had a play after it was done...
I had a life once.
A career too. One I was good at.
I made a difference.
Now I'm incredibly lucky if I manage to leave the house once a week, usually it's much less than that.
Not only is my Fibro severe but it's flaring in a scary way right now due to gallstones and an inflamed gallbladder.
Pain levels are off the chart.
There are lots different pains;
Achey rheumatic type joint pains (everywhere);
Pulled muscle pains;
Nerve pains;
Broken bone pains;
Sensitive skin that screams in agony when clothing touches it;
Tender points that make even the lightest of touches from another person agony and often result in an involuntary scream of pain;
In the midst of all these I can still identify the Gallbladder pains. They're different. I'm a pain expert.
But that's just the tip of the Fibro iceberg.
We don't sleep much. Some medicos still consider Fibro to be primarily a sleep disorder. The combination of non-restorative sleep and all those constant pain signals that the brain has bombarding it 24 hours a day mean we're tired.
Not just a bit tired though, not the 'I've had a busy and satisfying day' kind of tired but the wake up in the morning more exhausted than when you went to bed tired.
The kind of tired where picking up a mug of tea seems beyond you.
The kind of tired where having a shower is the achievement of the day and requires a nap to recover from. Heck brushing my teeth and washing my face needs a thirty minute sit down to help me cope with the physical exertion.
And yes, there's more. Of course there's more.
But it can wait.
I'm tired...
I am a disabled artist & designer based in Liverpool, a coastal city in the North West of England.