Feeling a little tired. I am working the mid-shift in the “Emergency Room” when the world wakes up and decides it is time to come see the doctor after about a year! But I am focusing on the P O S I T I V E!
It seems the right top canvas that was buckling or warping has resolved…mostly. I made it a practice every morning and night to re-tack it into place. I am happy, thinking I might have had to replace it.
I will start painting after a day of rest. I worked 6-12 hour shifts in 7 days which equals 72 hours not counting the before and after time. When I work like this, it feels like I am getting the flu or something but it goes away after rest.
Thinking about sketching a few things on the canvas but when I started, I felt irritable. It is not good to sketch when you are irritable, nothing will ever look right. I will wait one day.
Six more days (actually nights) until this job ends. Last night I took care of a lady who brought an ambulance in to the hospital EMERGENCY ROOM because her “butt bone” was sore from dancing the night before. No wonder our country is in such debt and trouble. The ambulance drivers say they cannot turn anyone away if they want to come to the hospital. Another guy used the ambulance to get a ride to the other side of town by saying his big toe hurt. He came in and left. So what happens here? The people are on “public assistance”, that means your money and my money pays for their lives-EVERY ASPECT of their lives. That means, their food, their water, their alcohol, their shampoo, their dancing, their ambulance cab rides, their disability trips to London, France, roundtrip, their passports, their apartments and houses, their cars, their gas, their methamphetamines, their jail time and hospital bills, their 3 hots and a cot when they get arrested for selling vicoden, morphine, Oxycontin gathered from 2 days of hospital hopping receiving legal prescriptions over and over making more money than I do! We pay for their degrees while in jail, their rehab when they run out of heroin money so they can receive methadone to stay buzzed until their first of the month check rolls in again, their free food, free utilities, vouchers, free disability equipment they sell on Ebay, and so on and so on and so on. And all the while other people work 13-14 hour shifts, break their backs and pay for it. Whatever…Land of the FREE (for real), home of the brave…America. I’d better go to bed.
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