Got my hospital bill yesterday. I thought the cut hurt. Yes, I know I should have insurance. Yes, I am now looking much more serisously into it now. Yes, my kids do have insurance, I just don’t. I know, I know. And I know this post is scaring the hell out of all of you out there wanting to quit your jobs but are scared to lose your insurance. Well, take a good look, or have a good read. It can happen. You play the roulette game of no health insurance and sometimes you lose. In the grand scheme of things I am lucky. Something small happened. We won’t even do all the supposing of other things… But I played and lost. I figured about $400, right? HA! Let me say that again. HA! I was there 3 hours. A nurse practitioner stitched up my thumb. 7 stitches. It took maybe, MAYBE 15 minutes that I was actually seen by someone. Are you ready? Are you ready to go to medical school? Because I know I am. Boy howdy. $847.30. Yup. Not sure what the 30 cents is for, but I will find out. Yeah, they don’t even send you an itemized bill with that. And you better believe I am requesting one. And you know no insurance company in the world would actually pay that. No, the big giant corporate company gets a negotiated rate. They pay like half (I worked for a doctor for a year and did billing) Yeah, so they stick it to us little guys. Nice. So last night I took out my stitches and am mailing them back to the hospital with a note explaining that had I really can’t afford their stitches so they can have them back, but thanks for letting me try them out.
NOTE: And yes, I will be on Blue Cross Blue Shield within the next week, I already made the call and set up the paperwork…
I get my stitches out Monday. Or, on Monday I will take my stitches out. (I was a doctor’s assistant once for 8 months and did that more times that I can count) Yes. Stitches. Last Friday I was getting ready for two different festivals last weekend. I have done a series of new ink and arylic art and thought I’d get all fancy schmancy with my friend’s super duper nice matte cutter. Two days before I cut 25 exquisite mattes with bevel openings. (Those of you in the field are all SO jealous right now, I can feel it) So Friday night I was inserting the little cute wonderful paintings in (which sold quite well at $20 a pop, thank you very much!) and inserting them into nice sealable poly bags. (presentation is everything) Well, this one matte was not quite right. The front was an entire 1/32 TOO BIG. Well, us graphic designers we are an anal, perfectionistic bunch – don’t EVEN try to deny it! You all know you can see when a picture is hanging 1/64 crooked from across a room. I mean we LOVE for finding and fixing this stuff. So I HAVE to fix it. Of course. Of course I do. So I get out a shiny new xacto blade (you do see where this is going, don’t you?) and a ruler. Now yes, there are rules for this stuff. We were taught over and over in art school. But sometimes when you have been doing it for like, oh 9 years you get a bit cocky. Too confident. Overzealous with the blade perhaps. You think that you are all that and talking on the phone which is balancing on your sholder while you cut a very thick 2-ply matte and are watching tv and sitting on the couch leaning over a board on your ottoman is certainly something someone of your experience, nay, CALIBER can handle. Until. Until the knife handle slips and you are suddenly looking at a very bloody thumb. As you throw the phone down to cup your thumb (have to protect the art, ya know) and run to the kitchen hoping against hope that it is just a nick, you run it under water. As the blood clears you see that this is no knick and Barbie bandaids ain’t gonna cut it. (no pun intended, but ha!) And boy am I mad! It is 9pm and this is going to really cut into production time. So off to the hospital I go with handtowel wrapped around what is now a very hurting thumb. I see the doctor pretty quickly. First I tell him that perhaps it does not need stitches. He asks to see. He looks at me, looks at my thumb and looks at me again. “Are you serious??” he asks with raised eyebrow. “Uh, yeah, anything Barbie Bandaids can’t handle?” I hope. He asks if I ever had stiches before. Broken bones galore, but stitches – no. “Well, tonite you will most definitely need stitches.” He asked if I had a tetnus shot in the last 5 years. Um, well 9 years ago I did in art school for cutting off the tip of my index finger doing the same thing. (no stitches there – nothing to put together) “Are you a graphic designer?” he asks. “Yes, how did you know?” “We see this alot, you guys have quite the job hazard.” Ahhh yes, yes we do, right up there with industrial arts teachers and wood carvers. So three hours, seven stitches (count ’em seven! with 2 right through my nail! I sliced my thumb up from the inside pad up half way through the nail), a tetnus shot and probably a good $300 later, I went home and finished matting my art. And I still finished cutting off that pesky 1/32 from my baord. I told you we are an perfectionistic breed. And I did so well at my festivals that I consider my frankenstein-looking thumb my lucky thumb now.
About to leave for a second festival this weekend. I do love doing these things even if the set up is a bit cumbersome. Once it is all set up I get to smile and meet wonderful people and talk about art and dogs all day long. I am positive I will come home exhausted but on a high that will last for days. Loving life right now.
Sometimes you need your routine to help you get back into the swing of things. While I worked all weekend and almost have a huge job finished, it was emotionally a rough weekend. But after a good night’s sleep and my kids back at home (one last day of spring break) I am feeling right again. I have two festivals this weekend to get ready for and some design jobs to get done. Time to chug along and get it all done. I am doing some new things to try and sell and thanks to a very sweet friend lending me a very nice matte cutter they will all be matted pieces of original art. Woohoo!
I am also going to post later here and on my homepage about some stolen art of mine. I had a whole box of art stolen out of my car about a week ago and I am sure somewhere that began the start of my getting down. It is the box I bring to the nursing homes, children’s hospitals and schools I go to and show samples of my art. I had three original illustrations to my children’s book, sculptures, a clock, stuffed Lucy and Rufus dolls, and a manuscript to a second book all stolen. (Plus a leather bag and walkman with my FAVORITE Ella Fitgerald cd in it!! But still more concerned about the art.) I want to post pics of as much as I can just in case they are not in a dumpster (I can hardly stand the thought) and MAYBE someone gave them to people. Everything is signed and there were business cards with everything so this person KNOWS who I am and where my studio is. Perhaps if someone recieved a piece of my art they will look up my website and see that the art was actually stolen. It’s worth a shot. And I will say this, I would rather not get any of it back and hope it is with someone who likes it than to think that it got dumped somewhere. All I really want back is the book illustrations. They were my favorites.
I would classify myself as an eternal optimist. I see the bright side of things even when I don’t want to. I can even annoy myself when I feel like just wallowing in swlf pity. But right now it is 4:30am, and I am slightly overwhelmed at how much the last six months of my life has been so hard. I am so over it. I am tired of being strong, tired of going it alone, tired of no help (I feel this most when bringing groceries or a huge bag of dog food up the riduculous amount of stairs to my apartment) and tired of having to be a mature, responsible adult. I want to cry out that life is not fair and that for once,just once could maybe I catch a break. I already hate how whiney this entry is sounding, and I wish I were all, “but life is hard sometimes and you have to make lemonade out of lemons, yada, yada, yada…” But I am not. Life is hard, I have lost alot in the past six months and I am tired, and cranky and want something, SOMETHING to be easy soon. Is that really too much to ask? Just one bright spot that doesn’t have to be worked at, gotten through, just is lovely, and easy and makes smile. I am sure I will regret this entry tomorrow morning, hating how I sound defeated in it. But right now I feel defeated and alone in all this mess. Life is too damn hard sometimes. And for someone who almost dares life to make me feel down, that is saying something. Bah.
Parks, painting pottery, picnics, tennesee aquarium, arts and crafts by day, painting dogs at night….mama’s tired…. It’s spring break and I forgot how much work it is to have kids 24/7. Once again stay at home moms have all my respect in the world. There is NO job harder. Or more rewarding. Give your selves a pat on the back! And I have no shame when I say, “WHEN DOES SCHOOL START?????”
It’s spring break and I am getting to finally have some playtime with my babies. Yesterday I had a small dog event and afterward went out to eat with some lovely new friends whom my children approved with, “Awesome friends, Mom!” High praise from 6 and 8 year olds not easily impressed with adult company. Then we went to the art store and got lots of arts and crafts to do. We ended the evening with Crazy Eights and extra reading time with The Hardy Boys. Today was a walk to the park where we played and played and played. It was an absolutely gorgeous day and I took pictures to show you. My babies. My lovelies. They make me who I am and give me the courage to persue every dream I have. They say that I am the coolest. If they only knew that it is them that make me that way. I love them like breathing. They fill me with life. I adore being their mom. THEY are the coolest.