Mom’s in the hospital

(Geez this is a terrible drawing–it gets worse every time I see it.)

Since I was thinking about my mom a lot this week, I decided to draw her from a photo we took at the beach on my last visit. I drew directly in ink, and strangely, my mom came out much bigger than I. I’m sure there’s all sorts of psychological reasons for this that I won’t go into here. Note to self: don’t draw wrinkles with a pen–they look like stitches. It’s a bad drawing, but it’s what’s in my sketchbook today so here it is.

My mother had a T.I.A. (trans ischemic attack — like a stroke but much briefer and less damaging though can be a precursor to a serious stroke) last Friday and my sister who lives near her took her to the Veterans Hospital in West L.A. She was in the Waves (the Women’s Navy) during WWII so she’s entitled to veterans benefits. Mom enjoys the special treatment she gets at the VA since she’s one of the few women in a hospital full of men. She was fortunate that there was no permanent damage and they’re giving her medication that should prevent future attacks.

My mother treats the hospital like it’s a fine hotel with room service. She didn’t like her bed and insisted they bring her a new mattress as she felt hers was too old and lumpy. The nurse said they’re all the same and mom said, “No, I’ve stayed her before and I had a better bed last time.” So they delivered a better mattress. They told her she could go home at 4:00 today but she said she was too tired and would go home tomorrow so they said OK. She told me it was because she knew they were serving pizza and cheese cake for dinner tonight and she didn’t want to miss it. She’s planning on staying at least through lunch tomorrow.

Lamy Safari pen, Noodlers Ink, Moleskine watercolor notebook.