Thanks to everyone who sent me messages or came to visit. I'm sorry for those who dropped by unexpected to find out I was actually still in hospital - there were complications.
You guys made my day(s).
I'm going ok, not on much pain medication and the nausea comes and goes. I'm fat (well - swollen, but it FEELS fat), bloody and bruised...but I have a phone, inbox and snail-mail box of sweet messages and visitors who don't expect me to get out of my dressing gown.
And a nurse who calls and reminds me that I'm not superwoman and to leave the bandages alone....
...I'm still working on that 'mortal' thought process, but having to waddle everywhere seems to help a lot. I will be out of action a little longer than expected.
You guys rock <3
That I can walk to the living room, enthuse on a slight correlation theory I have between some 17th Century Demonolgist's observations and a myth made popular by Harry Potter and get a 'that's nice dear'...I love my family, they're so accepting of my little quirks. My entire family are like this. They are the awesome.
And yes, I am like a younger girl version of Giles (from Buffy)...I accept my myth-nerd glee.
Thank-you for my friends. For those who see me faint and grab me, those who see my panic at my upcoming birthday and carefully take my own costume problems off me and promise to have it finished in plenty of time. For those who offer ovens. Those who decorate my desk with notes to make me smile. For that one who doesn't want to venture anywhere at all, and most certainly not in costume but will any way because it means something to me. And mostly for those who just offer to hang with me when I need it. I was so worried about my party being perfect - but now that the pressure is on I'm not so worried as the PEOPLE are perfect...the napkin co-ordination is not that important.
The boyfriend who 'forgot' to tell me he was moving interstate (yes - THAT is how good a date I am. *sigh* At least THIS one didn't go crazy...I don't know what I do to them!) and the unending health issues however I can live without.
Please read the following as if it was all said in one long over-excited five year old style:
Oh my god I am so so happy I got all dressed for halloween and did my desk up HARDCORE with candy and skelton-hands squished in the scanner and everything and we got our photo taken (cos I sucked Steph in too) and everyone all day in and out of work told me I was awesome and ate lots of candy and then I came home and I got TRICK OR TREATERS OMG YEY! I was just as excited as they were and they loved my costume and all the treats I had and the parent was dressed up too and it was awesome and then I went to my gig and did lots of monsters (and 'darkmarks' death-eater-style skull and snakes) and worked really hard but it was awesome and now I'm tired....which is slightly less awesome.
God I love halloween.
Happy birthday to me,
Have to have some surgery,
Have to cut out some innards....
Happy birthday to me!
Yep...eight days after my birthday I'm kicking back on the operating table and getting me some pain relief (we hope). WhooHoo!
(Yeah....I'm not getting my hopes up at all!)
Ok - so I never got why the Wolfe Bros liked doing horror faces...now I know:
I did a few clockwork ones because I can and why the hell not? I was rather ill and had nothing else I could be doing (aside scoff vitimin C).
And yes, that is me - a very sick-feeling me. More under cut.( Read more...Collapse )
Me without my make-up on...
That's my painting on me...not quite finished cos I added highlights etc...but you know, done ENOUGH that you get the idea that I'm actually doing something here and not just slacking off and talking crap over coffee (I said not JUST...I am doing a little of that). It's just a quick face...but it was fun to drive home in.
I love this Body Art Convention life...my brain has imploded with so many revelations and my ego is much boosted (to the point where it has actually stopped shaking in the corner...not quite in the sunlight, but it's not shaking and sobbing) by the AMAZING compliments I get (All compliments are lovely, but by people who know the craft it's worth even more).
I am SO inspired...I started yesterday with a class with Lyn Jamison and she blew my mind, and since then I've been class-ing and jam-ing and talking shop almost constantly...only with these people it's not just shop - it's also passion. I've already improved SO much in two days.
Please note that time spent sitting around me these following few weeks may result in getting paint on you. It will be awesome paint...just warning you.
Photos will follow.
The definition of ego boost - going speed dating and getting every single male in your age group wanting a date with you...and even some of the ones outside of your age group. *blush*
What Roslyn Means
You are wild, crazy, and a huge rebel. You're always up to something.
You have a ton of energy, and most people can't handle you. You're very intense.
You definitely are a handful, and you're likely to get in trouble. But your kind of trouble is a lot of fun.
You are well rounded, with a complete perspective on life.
You are solid and dependable. You are loyal, and people can count on you.
At times, you can be a bit too serious. You tend to put too much pressure on yourself.
You are the total package - suave, sexy, smart, and strong.
You have the whole world under your spell, and you can influence almost everyone you know.
You don't always resist your urges to crush the weak. Just remember, they don't have as much going for them as you do.
You are relaxed, chill, and very likely to go with the flow.
You are light hearted and accepting. You don't get worked up easily.
Well adjusted and incredibly happy, many people wonder what your secret to life is.
You are a free spirit, and you resent anyone who tries to fence you in.
You are unpredictable, adventurous, and always a little surprising.
You may miss out by not settling down, but you're too busy having fun to care.
You are very intuitive and wise. You understand the world better than most people.
You also have a very active imagination. You often get carried away with your thoughts.
You are prone to a little paranoia and jealousy. You sometimes go overboard in interpreting signals.
Sometimes PMS, pain and sickness attack me all at once...and stress will wiggle in and days I'd usually skip though drag me kicking and screaming (or crying and growling) to my own personal little hell...usually always made worse by someone telling me that I should just cheer up (that's made so much better with that demeaning look that always follows it).
And then something awesome happens and it's not very big at all...but it makes do long enough to not commit a felony...
This time it was having a special effects dummy of a baby dugong dumped on my lap to hold.
Sometimes you didn't know you need a hug until you're told you have to let go or pay the $65,000+ that it's worth.