Artistic Adventures and Acrylic Pouring

 

My artistic ability ranges from stick figures to oval cats with stick legs. Yup … that’s about it! My daughter, Alex, is an incredible artist 😊 She loves dragons, scales and eyes. She somehow captures emotions very well and when she shares her sketches with me, I am in awe and do my best to express how proud I am of her and flame her passion of creativity!

So, we’ve taken this to a whole new level. Perhaps I went a bit overboard, but we’ve transformed half of our garage into an art studio for all of our projects! She really wants to video everything we do and post them to YouTube so I’ll have to do some research on how to set everything up.

Stay tuned for that inevitable newbness 😊

I’m going to post videos and pictures of our journey from newb to hopefully something righteous!

Here are our first attempts at acrylic pouring hehe

Regardless if where that righteousness leads, we’re about to create some wonderful memories together and nothing in the world, except old age and memory loss hehe … will take that away from us 😊

Regards,

Vanessa and Alex xox

 

Hemiplegic Migraine – A Rare Migraine Variant

redtreeMerry Christmas, my fellow dreamers and fans!

As you well know, I’ve always been a person of passion, of dreams, imagination, perseverance and loyalty. Everything I do, I do for the love of those I hold dear to me, including my family and dearest friends.

At times, I admit, I am selfish and self-centered. Aren’t we all? But I try to focus on what is important. My children and the love I have for my husband and my family.

I have an entire outline hashed out for the third Demon Bunny Chronicles book, which I had fully intended, realistically, to publish prior to Christmas 2016. But, something happened. Something dire.

And that brings us to the subject title of this post: Hemiplegic migraines.

You see … My family has been blessed. I found a full-time job that would not only help support our livelihood, but my aspirations of becoming a successful children’s novelist.

Unfortunately, one evening I suffered from what my beloved husband described to the doctors as stroke-like symptoms. To be perfectly honest, I don’t remember the episode at all. So what did I do when I felt like myself the very next morning, I went to work. And I continued to do so for about a week. All was well, or so I thought.

One morning, I didn’t feel right. I knew something was off, and I went to the bathroom with my cell phone and texted my husband to come pick me up. I was full aware that I would make a trip to the hospital. Something was wrong, and I wasn’t going to be stupid and ignore the signs any longer.

The next thing I knew, I was on the floor and surrounded by people making a huge fuss about little ole me. I was rushed to the emergency room, obviously.

The techs looked funny to me. I was seeing four faces, and the lights hurt my head. I was experiencing the worst headache I had ever had in my life. I just wanted it all to go away.

They did a CTscan and EKG, both came back normal. Great, right? But what was wrong? No one gave me anything for the pain. They tried to explain to my husband they needed to be able to run tests before giving me any medication, but I wanted to scream at all of them WHO CARES what they needed to do. Someone had to make the pain go away, or that was that.

I have third degree burns on my leg that took six months of cleaning before they could do a skin graft. I know exactly what pain is, and let me tell you, the pain I experienced rated right up there with the pain I experienced during that time in my life.

Ok, I’m rambling. I’ll stop.

The point is, I’ve been diagnosed with Hemiplegic Migraines. It’s a rare migraine variant that accounts for the stroke, seizure and syncope symptoms.

I’ve had a migraine every morning since mid October. I’m now on medication that will hopefully help prevent them, but I’m still waiting for that to happen.

Nevertheless, my writing has been set back to a dull roar. I have dozens of pages of hand written notes and chapters of exiting scenes, and as soon as I can type them up, I will do so.

Happy reading,

Vanessa Jean Shockley
PS – My cousin, Eric, totally rocks. I still haven’t called him to say thank you. I am embarrassed to do so because I don’t talk to him often and feel as if I should do so without needing his medical expertise. If anyone I know who knows him reads this, please know I love him and appreciate him and will text / call him when I can take a deep breathe and thank him with pride.

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