Okay, I admit it. I seem to be unable to get back to painting. Maybe tired. Maybe the extra meds the new cardiologist has me on - that makes me feel like it must surely be bedtime by...what?!?...it's only 6:30???
I intend to do something but instead I pick up my pencil and sketchbook and...put it back down.
Visiting my new cardiologist is like being in an episode of House - that test showed up nothing, well, let's have her do this one and take some more blood just for good measure. Check her cholesterol. Not high? Hmmm...well, do a complete blood workup, there must be something I can find here. No? Everything normal? Well, her ankles swell. Let's check her kidneys. Give her an IV of iodine and run her through a CT scan, oh, and in the meantime, take some more blood. (As you read this, I will be in said CT scanner having this delightful procedure done.)
I swear, this is not going to last long because soon I am going to be without a cardiologist again.
The only creative thing I've done is play with my Tombow pen (it's not waterproof so you get some bleeding to a nice blue-grey that works but I need to learn more how to use it and not just cover everything and lose my whites - what is it with me and whites?).