This pic is of a bruise, underneath my arm & on my breast. Like my soul it's bruised, bloody, scarred, misshapen, old, & not as innocently naive as it once was. But it's real, it's honest. As Louis C.K. says, it's 'chewed up'...which is a good thing. It still has childlike innocence deep down, a realistic hopefulness, & stronger than I give it credit for.
After being an on again, off again haver of shingles, tonight I found them on my ass. Lovely. I have my 6 month primary doctor appointment tomorrow, so at least I'll get meds, & I can make the red dots of pain pretty. ;)
Fell again today...but at least my brain told my arms to react this time. Been on a heating pad for hours...& family came in tonight to visit for 3 days. I can tell I'm boning to be a fantastic host. Oh sarcasm, we get on so well!
As a girl who has to take loads of medications, vitamins, herbs, etc, I tend to bruise easier than the Georgiaiest peach. After the 2nd big fall a few weeks ago, my dentist has me taking even more generic Advil for inflammation in my gums & right side of my jaw, which is still preventing me from biting down properly. After getting spinal shots on Valentines day, I also got the usual pain shot which helps the hour drive back home less painful. I woke up to find this bruise wrapped from my right hip/bum area all he way around my hip & stomach...roughly the size of my iPad. Lovely, no?
While my internet was dead & I was going crazy...so isolating...I made some art out of my bruises. ;)
