I know my posts have been few and far between. My only excuse for my blatent neglect is the turmoil associated with having neck surgery (scheduled on my birthday, September 5th) to remove whatever is protruding into my spinal cord and adding yet another ailment to my growing list. My liver biopsy revealed I have autoimmune hepatitis. Nothing contagious, but it does have the potential to lead to a liver transplant. My doctor is sending me to Oschner's Clinic in New Orleans where all the liver gurus around these parts hang out. After I heal from surgery, I'll start treatment here, but since I have diabetes, the drug therapy will be a little more tricky. The standard treatment used I can't do...hopefully, the back up plan will put me in remission. They say what doesn't kill you, only makes you stronger...we'll see if that's true. On the bright side, I'm still managing to paint (slower and with alot more breaks because I have mind-blowing periods of no feeling in my arms). Just typing this has taken me about 30 minutes.


The last few months have been hectic to say the least. The blur starts with many trips to the doctor in the ongoing pursuit of trying to regulate my blood sugar combined with a fun-filled road trip to Maine. I took the plunge this year and drove instead of flying. One can really get a deep appreciation for our crumbling infastructure during a long distance road trip. What stands out most in my mind is how horrible the rest areas in the state of Connecticut are. It would be an vast improvement if the buildings were bulldozed in and replaced with portable toilets or old fashioned outhouses accompanied by a spigot or two to wash your hands, water your dogs and rinse those swollen feet. Seriously! Who would have thought Connecticut would be so nasty? Or maybe there's "secret" bathrooms that require a special handshake that I'm just not privy to because my car has Florida tags. Oh by the way, some of the interstates were horrible also, but the multitude of daylilies planted throughout North Carolina along the interstates almost made all the bad points and eye sores along the way pale in comparison.

Tomorrow I see a neurosurgeon because the problems with my neck have gotten bad enough to make me retract the "I'll NEVER have another neck surgery" statement I made almost 10 years ago. No feeling in my arms most of the time and when I do have feeling, they hurt like hell. Slice me! Dice me! At this point I just don't care. Then on Tuesday morning bright and early I have a liver biopsy scheduled. As I see it, I have a pretty good lead on the falling apart process. In between all the medical hoopla and my aimless wanderings, I've managed to keep on painting... I've found it's a great way to stay distracted.

My latest "masterpiece":