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Healing: anxious run-down of hospital day

Aug 3: I’ve got a big long day at the hospital tomorrow, preparation for which is my priority.

So I’m going to fold some laundry and tidy up the writing desk.

Resisting desire to re-hang new art.

Did I tell you about our massive closet project yesterday?

Will find a long-winded yet loquacious esoteric historical rabbit hole podcast/video/audiobook (what’s the difference anymore?) to listen while I’m doing the above.

(Yes Margaret, I scribble when I’m anxious)

“to seriousness, as a miner who is always in danger makes haste in what he does”

V vG

Aug. 4: Terrible sleep, unbelievably anxious about today’s hospital visit even though I’ve done this literally hundreds of times before…

So, “pregaming” at my tiny calm cool coffee shop from which the master sent me a postcard (with transcription from his diary remarking on my first visit to his kissaten)

Machinery translation / dapper & injection

I keep whispering to myself (while at hospital checkpoint 2 of 5 or 6)

“you’ll be okay”

(I neeeeeed a long rest, however, i cant think about quite yet) but also, im #betterthanbefore

Always exciting to go to the “department of nuclear medicine”… Isn’t it? #BetterThanOppenheimer

Protip: for “tube tests” I now bring my own sleeping masks and earplugs and ensure them there is no metal included.

I have a whole arsenal of earplugs for different circumstances and situations but my “heavy artillery” are custom made by a hearing aid maker in Thailand and work their way down my ear canal and seal off the entire world when fully inserted.

Oh and I took my wonderful doctor a gift of a travel size Bodum French press – stainless steel with extra lid.

She’s incredibly busy and I always find canned coffee empties on her desk so trying to change that travesty.

Also, some bamboo charcoal and a shodo style letter.

Of course, I also have (at last count) 47 different sleeping masks in my continual search for the “perfect sleeping mask” / eventually, will sew my own but my fingers are much more geared for “big clumsy rough” projects right now

Postbox in the hospital / so many extra services available

Colossally long day at hospital. They’re incredibly efficient, organized and caring but my goodness, it’s a busy place and today had several different checkpoints including injections and scans in magical tubes.

My darlings came to pick me up fortunately, we are now home.

Thanks as always for my “fellow chronic and complex travelers” for chiming in with words of support and solidarity.

In my mind, summertime is especially hard for folks like us. #shrug

August schemes & dreams

This is the August entry for the calendar, you’ll just have to believe me. Like last year, a gift from renegade Ted but unlike last year, not showing all the annotations on the days as it gets a *little bit*!private – if you can believe it

August schemes and/or dreams… Plotting it all out to keep the kid amused and my pacing, paced

yes some may not make sense to you and of course some won’t happen… That’s why it’s on the whiteboard and not inscribed like Hammurabi’s code

significant expedition

Riff: Find a medium to fit your story

Tell your stories in the way that feels comfortable, like your favorite pair of shoes.

all the mediums are yours, just bring your unique story to make

Document in the way it feels natural to you. Doesn’t have to be a blog, can be a notebook with colored pencils, or buy yourself a fountain pen, or an audio recorder.

Indeed, whatever medium/form”add context and interestingness to tell a story,

Fck stats make art.

PS Vincent van Gogh was a heck of a letter writer, Henry David Thoreau was a solid botanist, Bob Dylan is a great painter, Joni Mitchell even more so, Nick Cave is an exceptional organizer… shall I go on? No no, you go on. (And let me know what you make)

Disguise: Vincent van Gogh (various)

Van Gogh: daveo disguised
Vincent van Gogh, 1

The myths about Vincent van Gogh and his ear incident vary widely and no doubt are all untrue. As such, I crawled into the heart of the legendary artist to learn his true motivations on that night in Arles, France with his blustering painter pal Paul Gauguin.

The results are held secret amongst the Black velvet painting clad walls of the Waldorf Hotel.

While I am no Daniel Day Lewis, I do go “method” when needed… Specifically, when absinthe-spiked hot toddys are needed to crawl into hearts of darkness to discover the lust for life of Vincent van Gogh. The eyes hold all the secrets.

Halloween, Vancouver, circa 2011?

Some photos by Jeffrey, Phillip (i think) others by… ?
 
Vincent van Gogh, 2

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