Blast from the Past

Day 6 of being very aware that Im a breakable skeleton.

What I thought would be 3 days with this back injury has turned into 6. It's a beautiful hot Saturday and I've only seen the inside of my house. This is a definite blast from the past from when I initially got hurt 10 years ago.
I smell like Icy Hot and spend my days trying to find a comfortable position inbetween doing very gentle stretching, ice packs, heated baths, complaining and knocking myself out early every night with a muscle relaxer.
I haven't been binging any Netflix nor reading...which is probably what I should do.
Two days I actually had to venture out to work. I strapped on my 10 year old back brace, plastered a frozen smile on my face and gently wobbled at turtle speed to complete my mission.
Those two days set me back and today my back seized up again in protest...time to stay off my feet and get in bed. So here I am boring you with the details in a blog.
I wasn't completely useless this week! I did complete my mission at the studio...and I got my business cards!

I love them! They are SO me! A giant upgrade to my old, outdated cards.

I also managed to design these flip flops from bed! You can find them in my Shopify

I attempted to get to my design work at the computer but my back was having none of that. Sitting in an actual chair (even with my lumbar pillow) was hellish. So more waiting for healing before Im back in the saddle.

ANYWAY thanks for reading the boring adventures of the bedridden artist! At least you weren't trying to get to a delicious recipe! 😂

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