Above: Graphite sketch of C.R. in the hospital—on the new whiter, more absorbent (not that it mattered with graphite) Moleskine Sketchbook paper. Sketch in a 5.25 x 8.25" approx. Moleskine Sketchbook. Click on the image to view an enlargement.
Tuesday was a difficult day for C.R. We had a long trip to the ear doctor to have impacted wax removed and test his hearing. The doctor's office is huge. It meant a lot of hallway walking and CR is not up to that, as we discovered, since his last hospital stay.
The outing was the first domino to fall in a chain of events that led to an ambulance ride for the two of us. C.R. did get to return home 6 hours later and he needs to see his regular doctor, but it's a reminder of how much stamina he has lost in the past two months. He will now be going to all appointments with a wheelchair.
I managed to catch Dick at lunch as we were heading to the ambulance. He joined us at the hospital. I used the time at the hospital between C.R.'s tests to experiment in the new Moleskine sketchbook I've been using the last few days.
I am not fond of graphite on the paper. While this paper is toothier than the old yellow paper I would like a little more tooth for graphite. Also there is an uneven surface on this paper and that has an effect on your strokes as you move across the surface. I will have a review of this sketchbook next week. But I hope to not have more hospital sketches.
I just have to add that the EMTs were all great. At one point there were probably 8 of them! Once we were out of C.R.'s apartment building they dispersed. Then we had just a driver and Scott with us in the ambulance.
We didn't need the siren, which was good, because that allowed us to be comfortable. C.R. perked up. I think he was probably also dehydrated. He never wants to drink water. The I.V. had an immediate effect.
I actually enjoyed the ride. I knew he was safe so I wasn't worried. But I didn't sketch, as it was only going to be a five minute ride.
I did enjoy looking around with a curious eye. At the back of the vehicle just above the entrance was a clock reading 7:05—even though it was 1:05. A sign above that (which looked like it had been cut from a bumper sticker) read, "It's five o'clock somewhere."
Isn't that the truth?!