As the days turn to weeks, and now a month it seems my life is going down a different road. A way of painkillers, obtaining a sick note. doctors, osteopath, acupuncturist, and physiotherapists. I am away from my place of work, where, of course, there too are constraints that curtail my dreams and hopes. But work is ok! there are distractions and a sharing of the load; I know where I would rather be. The day ahead walking the boards will be tedious to get blood to the contracted muscles is therapeutic, while lying, sitting and standing are a no-no and painful.
I wallow in self pity and without shame. and I did win an award at the weekend, getting to and from the exhibition was not without much help and on one occasion I was in my PJ ‘s when the job was done I got back into bed. It was well organised I was not required to stay. I went on to sell a painting. and get accepted as an associate of a local gallery
So the week ahead looks bleak but with a happy memory I have hope.