Hey, it seems my shoulder is partially dislocated, and something bad happened to the muscles inside my leg, as well as ripping some muscles in my neck and spraining my other shoulder. So I only worked on the postcards, for 10 hours today. We got 60 plus postcards selected, stamped and woodblocked, dried, and stickered, and I have to try and write on them, of which I have SEVEN done, and only 63 to go before Cheryl leaves.
Um, so I am taking a lot of pills, and passing out a bit now and then, and screaming sometimes. But, you might get a postcard this week. Let's try to focus on the priorities. Some woman from Linda's work talked to me today as if I had developmental brain difficulties and said, "Oh, it's nice to have a HOBBY!" Uh...yeah, is that what you call your job? Oh wait, you were talking about me? I have a vocation, and it is to match the right people with the perfect postcard. And not sleet, nor seizure, nor dislocation will keep me from my appointed task!
Bwahahahaha! Yes, I am on pain meds now, why do you ask?
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System blinking or not, good on you for doing however many cards you can manage. A hobby? Oh dear. Maybe she was trying... very trying!
The postcards sounds more like a mission to me.
Hang in there (well not literally, with dislocated shoulders!).
Hi Elizabeth, sounds like a real battle the past few days. Especially with the whole breathing thing. And it sounds like a great orchestra of muscle twitches and spasms are going on, during a time when your honesty over your past is revealing a childhood that has left it very hard to be you, but you still manage to be you. I'm sorry about your shoulder - does it feel like, ok, now I have this symptom to deal with this on top, damn, damn, damn, coz I know symptoms that change are mentally exhausting too.
As someone who has weird physical symptoms daily, but who also has an array of experiences growing up (mainly due to people's attitudes to me being ill and some very hurtful things being said that amount to; I will not help you even though that is my role), I really appreciate reading a voice that opens up both boxes. The box that is labelled - it is so crap because if I were not ill I'd be tackling hurricanes and mountains. And the box that is labelled - I wish so much I could accept and ask for care without feeling overwhelmed by the scars of people telling me I am not worth caring for.
Big hug, and big kiss.
L xxxxxooooo
Elizabeth,
You are a machine with those cards! You get so much accomplished with everything else you have going on -half of which would fell most of us.
I really admire all the time and effort you put into them and how you personalize each one.
Thank you for the Postcard Project.
OSM
Did that woman do that bendy thing from the waist, putting her hands on her knees while she spoke to you in the sing-song voice they use for 2-year-olds, too? I hate that one.
Just an idle question... have you ever heard of pacing yourself??? ;)
(wait... I forgot. 60+ postcards in one day IS you pacing yourself ;))
I'd suggest having someone reduce that shoulder for you. It probably won't go back by itself, and will feel worse as time goes by. Was this from during a seizure? It must have been bad, what with you ripping muscles and dislocating joints.
I picked you up some postcards this weekend, so expect a package from me in about a week.
Pain meds can be just lovely sometimes. When I hit mine hard and heavy, they may not take the pain away, but make me not care quiet as much about it.
Sorry about the shoulders. Hey, I bet your job touches more people, and means more than the job of "hobby bitch".
The stamps and stickers on our last postcards were awesome--so beautiful. My daughter was on a weeklong camping trip with school, so just got hers yesterday. She was thrilled. You are a woman with a mission!
Strawberry fields for ever............does the postcards come out like you have eaten funny mushrooms now?
Anyway, remember the nice (though slightly patronizing)woman, meant well. I honestly believe she did.
Ahhh, just two more books to read for work, on my weekend, god night.
The latest postcard was perfect - peaceful & beautiful, and the back was hilarious.
I hope the pain meds are taking the edge off!
You sound like your kind of postal service ... except you deliver stuff that we like ...
And sometimes ... pills are gooood
Hobby? Ridiculous...
It is more like a work of art or the Postcard project in reverse. Your postcards are more like the little trading cards artists make, what are they called? acio maybe? but tailored for the person getting them.
Beth, sorry to read that you're so banged up! I do hope the meds are helping. Yes, the postcards are definitely more than a job, a true calling. I mean, who else could do it? And so perfectly. I should tell you to take it easy, but I know it can help with the pain, working on art, on something of meaning. I came down with a bad cold yesterday on top of an existing sinus infection, slept little,woke up with laryngitis (no matter, there's no one here to talk to except the cat who doesn't seemed bothered by my croaking at her), but I've been working with my pressed flowers all day. I only stopped to check in & see if you'd posted a blog. I know I can't keep up with you, but then who can?
Sharon
I for one think it's freakin fabulous!
"Better living through modern chemistry!"
Beth, your cards are amazing! And the fact that you got 60 cards sorted, stamped and stickered in a day (even with assistance) is great. What did you do, stay up all night?
Joan, they're called Artist Trading Cards. :)
Beth, it's a hobby in that you don't get paid, and you do it because you enjoy it. So, okay, it's a hobby, but I agree it's more of an avocation, a mission, a goal. Yeah, she was maybe a bit too patronizing, but at least she talked to you. I hope you explained that it's your personal goal to send as many postcards as you can before you die.
Two of my sons were taught in grade 2 by the same teacher; she was so short that she wasn't much taller than her students. I once stood 7 steps below her at the school, and was at eye level, so I THINK she's about 4 feet tall. That made it ohhh so difficult not to bend over with hands on knees to talk to her as if she were 8 years old... I had to consciously stop myself from doing it.
Systems blinking is not good, but are better than some of the other possibilities. Yes, do have the shoulder checked to make sure it's in the right place, with nothing getting pinched in the joint.
60 postcards? Must be GOOD drugs! I hope they can give you a real night's worth of sleep too.
Love and very careful hugs,
Neil
Thea: Yes, she was trying, very trying. The postcards haven't started to glow in holy passion yet but getting there. Well, Cheryl assessed it as partially dislocated so I just have to not use it for a few days, let the swelling go down and then it should go back into place, Linda agreed the shoulder was acting not like usually and was different to the other shoulder and swollen.
Miss Fairy Sparkle: It has been a bit of a battle, apparently during one episode, I believed it far more realistic due to my body and pain that I had been in a motorcycle accident and laid the bike down and slid a ways than had some "seizure" I couldn't remember. They told me to go to sleep and it would NOT be an motorcycle accident in the morning.
Um, I think I'll have to think some more about the other paragraph, becuase it sounds true and profound but I can't quite wrap my head around it this moment. Thanks.
One Sick: Well, I hope you either got a card, or are getting one, the problem with the memory thing is that by the time they arrive, I have no idea all the work I did on them, so I have to hope for the best. And yes, I was frustrated after 2.5 days of trying to get cards done with no avail - I WAS going to get postcards done!
Lene: No, but the guy who did anthropology BA started explaining there were MANY types of anthrolopogy, as one does to a 15 year old, when if he looked he could have seen my first editions of the four books of the Power of Myth along with the complete 13 volumes of Fraizer. Ack!
Well, when I pace myself on disability time, I never seem to get enough DONE!
Yanub: this was from a seizure but by the time it was noticed a day had gone by and there was significant swelling so Cheryl said that having it reduced (put back in place) would be more painful now than later. And since I don't remember when I was having a seizure and doing all this TO me, but I would remember THIS pain, I opt for the lesser pain!
Cool, more postcards!
Tammy: Exactly, I can still feel the pain, but I am not quite so cranky that it exists.
Oh well, I can't control the seizures, but I don't want to do that very often, the healing time seems long and I will miss Badminton this week - boo!
Fridawrites: I am really glad that the postcards I sent to you and your daughter both made you pleased, if only for a few minutes. There are not enough times in our lives to be pleased that someone thought of us in the week. I would write long flowing letters with pressed flowers and such but, hey, I work with what I have!
I have a real love affair with pain meds. Ouch with that shoulder!?!
Anna: Wha? With the who? The patronizing person meant that SHE was important and I was not. Bah!
Good luck on getting the books done.
Wendryn: thank you for your postcards, the fronts are beautiful and the backs are little flashes into your life, I am glad my little works amuse you and X man!
Victor: Linda thought your comment was really funny! Yeah, we deliver good stuff!
Drugs make me think I'm funny but I'm still in pain - that's wierd!
Joan K: Well, I happen to agree since I try to match the right card with the right person and use what I have with the limitations I have. So not so shabby!
Sharon: This is now Tuesday morning and I am only now just getting to reply to you so even I can't keep up with me! I am glad I got so much done and I don't see it as a hobby any more than I see your work as a hobby.
I am banged up on the outside, and muscles and you seem banged up on the inside, hope we both heal soon!
Elizabeth: Is that the postcards or the drugs, or both - I am open to those kind of possibilities - "Try this postcard with a nice merlot...and LSD!"
Raccoon: we stayed up past 5:00 am, does that count as all night, pretty much all night and then skipped sleep to get right back at them. And then all fell over exhausted when the ferry left. It was pretty amazing. Thanks!
Neil: Who says I don't get paid. Oh you mean money, well capitalism never really worked for me anyway! But no, not a hobby any more than Rodin was a "hobby sculpturist" or Van Gogh did some "hobby dabbling" - I have and do turn down offers for paid writing becuase I am busy, with my work.
Well, they didn't really help make the cards, just sheer determination did, but they helped me write the blog!
Thanks, hope you get your postcard soon!
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