I have some art for you today, as I progress back into my art with my hand difficulties.
It was done in pastel mostly, which I have been playing around with for color. Front facing because I am still focusing on hand movements.
Hand Progress
My hand pain is actually getting substantially better. And I did nothing to actually do that. It just is what it is. One of those things that happens. Comes and goes. Comes and goes. I can’t explain it. Or what is causing it.
But I do have a nasty tremor that also is coming and going. Mostly after a shower but sometimes just there. Definitely notable when it is. And definitely not the sort of thing I have figured a work around yet, since it is the sort that gets worse when you hold things.
But, the art progresses, which is good because as a hobby it is one a very much enjoy.
Bit of this, bit of that
As for everything else right now. I am pretty tired from all the physio I am doing. It is a cumulative sort of pain and fatigue. Something I anticipated due to the fibromyalgia. Nevertheless, damn, it makes it difficult to do. But the bicep issue is slowly, infinitely slowly, getting better. Some progress is progress. For something, again, no cause for.
As we progress into a nice Spring weather situation my migraine attacks become insanely frequent. Yet, I love Spring. I call March Spring regardless of the fact that I am Canadian and it is far from showers and flowers. More like slowly melting snow and a chance of more snow- but not -30C- rather -5C or so. So I call it Spring regardless due to the very fact it is brighter out and the weather is so much more tolerable. Not so much to my brain when it fluctuates from quite nice to unpleasant and all over the place. But, out and about walking weather.
I once wrote this poem about Spring
Not that I’m a great poet but I dabble in it from time to time for fun
Spring Air
A chill in the spring air.
I took a deep breath in.
A fine mist of snow in my hair.
Last years ruins; new to begin.
Snow melted to the ground,
Peace not broken by sound.
Not by pains of yesterdays,
Or sorrows of future todays.
Anyway, I will post something later with more depth. Just wanted to touch in.
Chronically Nikki 