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Am dealing with a new problem. I think it is associated with the current issue, though. Anyway, I am having trouble locating my extremities. That sounds weird. OK. It's like this. Say I'm reaching over a bowl to get a glass. I think that my hand is over the bowl but instead it just knocks the bowl over. I have to watch where my hands are. It's not an all the time thing but I am doing this a lot. I spilled bleach all over myself at work today by doing this. :P
I have only shared this with a few co-workers, one of whom has MS (or so the rumor is, I've never asked her). She is very concerned.
As I said, drawing and painting are a difficult. (Typing is, too, so forgive any misspellings/etc. please.) I've had to fix a few errors on those Japanese paintings I did. :( I am going to try to draw or color some today... and meditate while doing so. I've found that if I really, REALLY concentrate on what I am painting/drawing, the shakes go away. I get the occasional spasm even then but that's better than drawing all willy nilly.
I did some coloring in a sketchbook yesterday. I carry a moleskine in my purse (I carry everything I own in my purse) with some drawing pencils and pens. I drew some doodles while at work then came home to ink and color them. :) I've done things like drawing my characters doing wild takes, bad puns, and so forth. I bought a new set of Prismacolor pencils over the weekend and I had to try them out. I did a rough of Yule (the big bunny rabbit) as "Jack Rabbit the Ripper". It actually looks pretty good, but I need better clothing references for the era. I may do a pic spam later in the week. I had forgotten how much I love colored pencils.
Gad, typing is hard. I'm shaky so I keep typing extra letters (so I get things like lettters). ARGH! I don't want to lose my hands. It really scares me. This is why I'm not crocheting so I can draw and paint as much as I can.
Trying to keep a positive attitude. Pardon my freak out.
*The following paragraph is brought to you by: The Angry Bitch Corporation.* (INITIATING RANT)
Am proud of myself, though. I really, REALLY, *REALLY* wanted to strangle a co-worker today but I didn't. Yay! Angry Eeyore was a pain in the ass. I know she has a health issue, too, but she doesn't have to bitch about every little thing. She complains about everything! Nothing is ever good enough. I wish she'd just f'ing retire. She's good at her job but the way she bitches drives me up the wall. (I suppose this is why I'm on third shift - less people I have to put up with.) She came over to me and threw a bunch of coupons on the table that she had found in her department, "Wish I had time to clip coupons instead of work!" This was to imply that my phlebotomist was going through those instead of doing her job. I was so close to saying, "Well, if you didn't stand around and bitch for at least two hours during your shift, you probably COULD spend a little time sorting through those!" ARGH! Makes me wanna scream! Fuck you, too, Eeyore. It really pisses me off. She gets TWO breaks on her shift and we third shift people get NOTHING! No break, no lunch. The fucking cafeteria isn't even open when we're there. Shut the fuck up. And she was bitching about how the phlebotomists are all screw offs who don't work and blah blah blah. I left. I honestly turned my back on her and left. Yes, it's rude, but so is her bitching. If she can't shut up and be nice, then she can fuck off. Some days I wish she didn't work. I wish we had someone else to do her job. I also wish that I'd win the lottery but I don't see any of that happening. RRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR.
I have only shared this with a few co-workers, one of whom has MS (or so the rumor is, I've never asked her). She is very concerned.
As I said, drawing and painting are a difficult. (Typing is, too, so forgive any misspellings/etc. please.) I've had to fix a few errors on those Japanese paintings I did. :( I am going to try to draw or color some today... and meditate while doing so. I've found that if I really, REALLY concentrate on what I am painting/drawing, the shakes go away. I get the occasional spasm even then but that's better than drawing all willy nilly.
I did some coloring in a sketchbook yesterday. I carry a moleskine in my purse (I carry everything I own in my purse) with some drawing pencils and pens. I drew some doodles while at work then came home to ink and color them. :) I've done things like drawing my characters doing wild takes, bad puns, and so forth. I bought a new set of Prismacolor pencils over the weekend and I had to try them out. I did a rough of Yule (the big bunny rabbit) as "Jack Rabbit the Ripper". It actually looks pretty good, but I need better clothing references for the era. I may do a pic spam later in the week. I had forgotten how much I love colored pencils.
Gad, typing is hard. I'm shaky so I keep typing extra letters (so I get things like lettters). ARGH! I don't want to lose my hands. It really scares me. This is why I'm not crocheting so I can draw and paint as much as I can.
Trying to keep a positive attitude. Pardon my freak out.
*The following paragraph is brought to you by: The Angry Bitch Corporation.* (INITIATING RANT)
Am proud of myself, though. I really, REALLY, *REALLY* wanted to strangle a co-worker today but I didn't. Yay! Angry Eeyore was a pain in the ass. I know she has a health issue, too, but she doesn't have to bitch about every little thing. She complains about everything! Nothing is ever good enough. I wish she'd just f'ing retire. She's good at her job but the way she bitches drives me up the wall. (I suppose this is why I'm on third shift - less people I have to put up with.) She came over to me and threw a bunch of coupons on the table that she had found in her department, "Wish I had time to clip coupons instead of work!" This was to imply that my phlebotomist was going through those instead of doing her job. I was so close to saying, "Well, if you didn't stand around and bitch for at least two hours during your shift, you probably COULD spend a little time sorting through those!" ARGH! Makes me wanna scream! Fuck you, too, Eeyore. It really pisses me off. She gets TWO breaks on her shift and we third shift people get NOTHING! No break, no lunch. The fucking cafeteria isn't even open when we're there. Shut the fuck up. And she was bitching about how the phlebotomists are all screw offs who don't work and blah blah blah. I left. I honestly turned my back on her and left. Yes, it's rude, but so is her bitching. If she can't shut up and be nice, then she can fuck off. Some days I wish she didn't work. I wish we had someone else to do her job. I also wish that I'd win the lottery but I don't see any of that happening. RRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR.