This afternoon my husband made his first visit to the physical therapist. He’s doing well for the stage he is in – the incision is healing and he is stronger. But it is still too soon for him even to touch his left foot to the ground and the leg is locked straight in the brace. I am nervous about taking him outside; today is the first day he’s even been downstairs after the surgery a week ago.
I loaded him into the car (sitting sideways on the back seat) and headed for the PT office – one mile from home. Fantastic! It’s a nondescript place in a shopping center – utilitarian and plain, but my husband was very happy with the session.
I drew a couple of sketches while I was waiting for him. I was using my 8″ x 8″ sketchbook. First, here is my view (from the waiting area) of the jumble of equipment and other PT accoutrements:
Then I did a couple of smaller scenes – one of a lady on a treadmill and another of coats hanging on the rack. These two I put on the same page, not wanting to waste paper – here is the whole page:
and here is the treadmill lady alone:
and the coats alone.
Once again, I found putting pen to paper helped me stay calm (I am afraid I will break my husband if I am not really careful, so I feel the responsibility of taking him out of the house!). And it also helped the time pass. Plus, every drawing improves my skills.
Lastly, I am continually amazed at how sketching forces me to notice details. There is always a little more to see, if you keep looking.