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A journey from the hospital to the studio


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Flesh eating bacteria is more common than you think. Reasons the medical profession may not be for you.

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(Just in case you’re wondering this is a pharmacy issued beer, with a prescription label on it. It reads “beer, three times a day, by mouth.” – just in case you were confused what to do with it.)
After a few days off, I have returned to the ICU. My art pieces have been placed on hold as I complete three twelve hour shifts in a row.
This is one of the many difficulties if the medical profession- long days. But there are many things that the common person may not know about medicine.
You see, when you tell someone you are a nurse or doctor people give you this look like, “hmmmm that’s nice.” That’s because they don’t know.

How do you tell people the truth?

Let’s see, today I spent 45 minutes digging through someone’s fat folds to find her vagina to stick a tube up there.
Or,today, I spent 30 min helping a doctor stick a needle into a plethora of random body parts.
Today, while helping the doctor stick a needle into random body parts, this 85 year old man grabbed my ass.
This is my typical morning.

Shall we continue to creepy diseases I touch everyday?
I remember my first time seeing flesh eating bacteria. I was in nursing school and I pulled back the covers to see this man’s balls being eaten away as the bacteria was making a B-line for his other parts.
Cruel really.
I find it so strange when the media gets a hold of theses stories- I see it on a biweekly basis really.
So if you have had a person with active tuberculosis cough in your face recently, smile, you work in the medical field.

Thanks for reading my thoughts,
Leigh
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Happy Georgia Snow Storm

Hello Everyone,

I hope that everyone is enjoying their snow day. I know I have and Jazz did too! We have had a blast playing ball. Here’s the happy buddy.

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As for the artistic stuff, despite the terrible snow traffic, the USPS came through for me. (God bless!) I received my electric eraser in the mail today. I LOVE IT. It allows me to sorta ‘carve out’ detail from my newest charcoal piece. Here are all of the supplies I’m using for this drawing,

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On the Left are the erasers, my awesome Sakura electric eraser on the farthest left.  My trusty China eraser and a kneaded one above. The sad broken piece of charcoal is all that is left of a stick of compresses charcoal. I prefer compressed the most, I like the deep black it gives. Next is a charcoal pencil with a trusty smudge stick that is so saturated that I can draw with it. Last are two synthetic paint brushes,  I use these for softening lines, gently brushing away those bits left behind from erasing. I find using the bushes is better than blowing on my drawing, this way I don’t accidentally get bits of well….spit…. on the drawing. It’s much more sanitary and a bit of moisture on the paper is a sure way to mess it up.

So here is the drawing so far, it’s about 1/2 of the way completed.

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If you want to see its progression check out the ‘on  My Easel‘ Page

Thanks for reading my thoughts,

Leigh

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The Beginning

How did I get here? It’s strange really, I like being a nurse, I enjoy caring for people. But that is not all that I am. I know this now and it took me a long time to figure it out.

I am inviting everyone on my journey with me. This is my story how an ICU nurse slowly turns into a full-time artist. I think I will always nurse, just not full-time. I truly feel this is my third chance at life. What was my second chance? Surviving stage 4 bone cancer at age 18. Cancer plays a pivotal role in my story. In late November 2012, I was stuck on 285 in gridlock traffic. My feelings of dissatisfaction had reached a head; and a memory, the kind you don’t like to remember, crept up.

My last living friend from childhood cancer clinic and I were watching the sun set on his back porch. The cicadas had begun their song. He had relapsed, and a few months from this memory I would be standing at his funeral. I told him the truth, a dark truth, I felt guilty for being the only one of our friend group to ‘get better.’ He grabbed my hand and smiled, “No, you just got to live for all of us. Live without regrets”

Grief is a funny thing, it attacks, sometimes without warning, on sunny days in gridlock traffic.

That day, I signed up for my first art course since high school. A community course at Abernathy Arts center. Slowly, step by step, I have evolved since that moment to attempt to be the artist hiding somewhere deep inside my heart.

Thanks for reading my thoughts,

Leigh

Ps. Be sure to check out what’s on My Easel today!

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