Waiting Rooms and Wind Storms

A week or two back my grandma went in for a routine doctor's check up and was send immediately to the emergency room to deal with an issue presenting itself in her heart. After all was said and done, surgery was a must.

We all had a family meal on Wednesday, which I must admit kind of felt like "Lets eat with grandma incase things go wrong". Needless to say, it was tense, but we all wound up having a very fun night together. Thursday morning (5 AM to be exact) was it. Our little herd took over a tiny hospital room and waited for someone to bring her up to surgery. After hours upon hours passed, her surgeon finally came out to tell all 9 of us that things had gone flawlessly and she was in recovery.

It is now Saturday afternoon. It is absolutely remarkable to me that someone who had part of their heart replaced just 48 hours ago looks like normal, has a sense of humor, and can walk a slow lap around the ICU. It makes me feel horribly guilty for ever complaining about any type of physical pain. :) To sum it up, go grandma!!!

Turns out, sitting in a hospital waiting room is a perfect time to use art to set your mind at ease. Somehow, the process of turning basic materials into something that strangers around you are complimenting puts my brain in its own little paradise. I honestly owe my sanity to my ability to have my hands entertain my brain.

I cant wait to get back home and nap! Hospitals are not acceptable for any form of real rest.

TBF