Well it certainly has been a long time. I feel horrible for letting it go so long and I had been thinking I must get back to posting when I got a strange comment on my Instagram feed.
A lovely lady by the name of Kelly asked me when I’m going to be posting again.
Well you can all thank Kelly for the push because after reading that I knew there was no more procrastinating. I was going to go back to my (at least) once a week post on my blog.
Thanks Kelly 😉
The last time I posted was just before Inktober last year and I’m happy to say, not only did I stick with and thoroughly enjoy my first Inktober. But I finished as well!
In more new news. As of the beginning of January I now have a Youtube channel.
On the channel is mostly speed-paints or drawings with voice overs, but also a haul. There will be more haul videos as I collect more things but the channel is more geared toward my art and drawing and painting. Please come give it a look if you are interested.
Like a video or subscribe. Every click helps me build the channel and I get so much joy from sharing my creative endeavors. If I’m super lucky, I might inspire someone out there to pick up a paint brush and get some relaxing going on.
On a personal note, the 11 of April was my 10 month no smoking anniversary! I’m over the moon I lasted this long.
Don’t be mistaken, if I could get away with it, I’d be puffing the magic drag-on until smoke floated past my eyeballs. I MISS my cigarettes (not condoning smoking children, its BAD for you. Yes, capital letters BAD)
You want proof? I nearly died. No, that’s not a hyperbole I’m not exaggerating.
Last June my lungs were so bad I ended up in the Emergency Room. I signed myself out AMA (againt medical advice) and I had good reason to I was NOT going to let them put me in a South African State hospital. (That is a story for another time)
I’d already quit smoking a week before, but only because my lungs literally wouldn’t let me draw the smoke in. (Being brutally honest here, people) I’m a life long asthmatic and I started smoking at 21. So I’d had a good 20 odd years to stuff my lungs up.
I had every intention of resuming my smoking once my lungs cleared up.
The doctor let me go (man was she ticked at me!) and I went home. The next morning the phone rang and since its in my mom’s room and my room is on the other end of the house I had to run to answer.
I never did get there in time.
And then the attack hit.
To say OMG here is not a cute exaggeration.
I could not get air into my lungs, they would NOT work. I was gasping and must have resembled a guppy on land but nothing was going in. For all intents and purposes I was not breathing.
The adrenaline was spiking through my body feeling like an electrical shock every half second. Worse than the static electricity shock you get when you drag your feet on a rug. Way worse, it was up my spine and on top of the not getting air in I was sure I was dying. And I was dying. I know that like I know my birth date. My world would start to grey then the adrenaline would hit again and jolt me like a set of paddles to the chest.
The only one at home with me was my 12 year old son and he was no where near. I had no air so I had no voice. I couldn’t call for help. I made to my bedroom and the nebulizer I have plugged in next to my bed. I fumbled my way through the ampules of meds and managed to get one open and into the machine.
On went the switch and I was standing (because sitting seemed to make it even more difficult to get my lungs to work) and sucking in little sips of air… not that much was going in but the meds must have been going in a little because eventually (it felt like light years) my lungs started to work again.
Through all of this my mind was running a mile a minute and I was thinking my son was going to find me dead, he wouldn’t know what to do, there was no one home. And that kept me alive. I was NOT going to traumatize Gabriel like that.
The attack eased and I was able to breath again. Other than thinking my son was going to find me dead I was making the mandatory deals with which ever deity was listening. “Keep me alive and I promise I’ll never touch a cigarette again.”
And I haven’t yet, despite the fact that both my hubby and my mom smoke. I haven’t gone near another cigarette and I never will. I’ve had a few trauma’s in my life but this one has left me with a phobia of not being able to breath. So, no smokes for me.
Wow, that got serious. *blinks*
The point is kiddies and grown kiddies. If you can quit. Do it while your ahead. 😉
Okay, enough yammering.
I’ll be back on Sunday with an actual art or craft post. NO more TMI for you guys.
Have a great one,
After 10 months of no smoking I’m happy to say my lungs are almost healthy (because of my asthma they will never be normal) I was going through 2 asthma inhalers a week, now I only need a new one after about 4 months. That is way better and my attacks are very mild when they do come.