For the "Express It!" contest. [link]
My second entry. Figured why not. Was having a rougher night than usual because some of this nerve block is starting to wear off and I can feel the pain coming back. It was so great for about 48 hours to have my hand back and as excited I am at the prospect of several more of these things giving me more long term relief, it was surreal to have that window, those few moments where a breeze felt like a breeze and water felt like water and everything was back to how it was before the injury. Now I can feel the hand, it's like it's dying, going out on me. So as much as I am excited by the knowledge that a nerve block works, I got a bit depressed to watch the hand go again. Nothing quite like losing a limb...especially as an artist and a writer.
So tonight I stretched out across the couch for a bit and ate some reeses peanut butter cups cried for a while and figured, oh hell, I've cleaned my house, I worked on my latest novel, I'm going to do a drawing while I can.
So I got off my couch and drew what I had been feeling.
Sometimes the pain is so bad, all you can do is curl up and cry it out. I guess this expresses the lows of the condition, feeling useless since I feel the hand going again, but glad to know that something works.....the picture may be of the lows, but the fact that I drew it....well, it's promising, it's uplifting, and it means...hope, I guess.