Sometimes life gets in the way of your painting. The artist’s life is generally a solitary one, but playing with a bunch of agreeable and interesting pickle friends is a fun social start to the day. Regular pickle workouts and occasional 5 mile runs makes one pretty fit, but sitting in a car for hours on end has put me in more pain than any workout. It’s yet another old people ailment. The drat sciatic nerve!
The Potting Shed 30 x 40
At least I didn’t require a hospital. Pete went in for a pacemaker. His heart monitor showed crazy wild rapid beats when he was playing pickle, but on resting days his heart would occasionally stop for a few seconds or dropped so low that he passed out. Our cardiologist drinking buddy installed a pacemaker but during the surgery he snagged the lung. He said it was partly because Pete is so scrawny, no fat padding to protect him. The snip caused his lung to deflate, a pneumothorax. Doc was beside himself. Pete wasn’t thrilled. A hospital room is Not a very exciting place to be. There may be a rare interesting, occasionally gruesome or worrying conversation, or nurse chitchat, or intercom drama “…EMT to room 422, NOW!…..” There is the friendship of fellow inmates and visitors all bravely confronting their own troubles. There were cheerful carers, gleaming floors (no cat hair), good food, and if he had desired a visit from one of the 27 doggie staff members.
Old history now! Pete feels splendid. His driving was restricted for a few days, but we needed a trip. ……….. I have another commission to paint a cottage in North Carolina.
We went to take a look.