So the assignment was to paint the old skeleton that lives in a closet in the Art Department. I studied it from all angles, thought about it, and noted that the pelvis was wired together rather inelegantly. The way my pelvis feels most days.
These days the worst of my pain is in my hips and the iliac crests and S.I. joints and thigh bones, the knees, ankles and feet. It’s a kind of neural pain that hits full speed around 5p.m. and is really very distracting by bedtime. I’m experimenting with higher and higher doses of gabapentin to try to get it under control enough to sleep without being a disconnected, staring blob when I wake up.
So I focused on the part of the bones that hurt, thinking I could work some voodoo cure by virtue of sheer focus…
Okay, that didn’t work. But I did think of a reason for the fractured pelvis. That nasty pea. That’s the culprit. Not unlike a practically invisible pathogen — hard to imagine something so small could destroy my beautiful wickedness.
Daddy always said I was a princess.