Been a While
Been a while since I posted anything. Mostly because I've been stuck somewhere between being miserable from the worst allergies I've had in my life, and being either exhausted or splittingly headachy from the medication the doctor has prescribed to control them. I'm not sure which is worse really. I think the allergies were, followed closely by trying to benadryll them away and being so bloody out of it I barely knew my name from that. The headaches from the Flonase+Claritin+Tussionex are not fun, but a couple Excederin seems to combat them pretty well. The only thing is I /hate/ being drugged outside of an aspirin or ibuprofen once in a while. But I guess you do what you have to do. That and my husband gave me the ultimatum that either I go to the doctor for them, or I sleep on the couch due to keeping him up all night with the sniffling and coughing. Can't blame him, he gets up at 5:30 for work.
I finally sketched something after a serious dryspell of about 8 months, and when I went to scan it in to ink and paint in Photoshop, my scanner finally gave up the ghost. Which really sucks as it was the last legal sized scanner I've been able to find at a reasonable price. I ordered a letter sized Epson which was supposed to arrive yesterday, but still has not.
Also, got some bad news from home. On the street where I lived, all the families were very close. My neighbors were always "Aunt" and "Uncle" to me (Or "Grandma" and "Grandpa" if they were white haired) and I grew up with their kids being like siblings. My next-door neighbors, Frannie and Frank have 3 kids. Lisa and Michael were much older and I was never close to them, but Molly was a year younger than my little brother and became like a little sister to me. When her siblings moved to other states I became her surrogate big sister. I was her confirmation sponsor and she was a bridesmaid in my wedding. Around the time of my wedding she had her first kid with a canadian guy named Billy. I didn't like him much. Mostly because he got her into drugs and wasn't man enough to marry the mother of his daughter, yet was so controlling he wouldn't let her dance with her assigned groomsman at my wedding. But she loved him, so I tolerated him. They eventually had three kids together, though they never married. Well a few weeks back, Billy had an aneruism and ended up in the hospital in a coma. On April 16th, she had to pull the plug, and last night he passed away. It's times like these that it is so fucking HARD to be 1500 miles away from my family. I wish I could be there to comfort her and her children. She was there for me when my best friend of 20 years was killed in a car accident a few months after both of them were bridesmaids in my wedding. She was the one who mothered me after the wake and took me out for a drink to just let me babble at her about how much I loved Jenny and how I didn't know what to do without her in my life. How do I put into written words how much I am sorry for what she's going through? How can a stupid Hallmark card and a check possibly say what an actual hug would convey so much better? This sucks ass.