For the past two weeks I have been battling the Wicked Witch of the Diabetes. Her armies of flying blood-sugar monkeys have been snatching away my healthy hours and leaving me with pain, headaches, and depressing blues of worry. I have been combating the disease up to now with diet and exercise only. But even the miracle of a handful of peanuts filled with good diabetes-bashing niacin is apparently not magic enough to make me feel better. I probably have to go back to the doctor and get put on insulin injections. And that is probably more expense than I can afford. Health insurance loves to collect ever-higher premiums from me, but they really hate to pay for anything.
In answer to my problem I have started a new art project. Dorothy with a bit of attitude has flown in on the latest twister to start bashing heads and murdering witches. It is probably the worst kind of magical thinking to believe drawing pictures can make health problems go away. However, you don’t just let flying monkeys run wild. The pen and ink will get a colored-pencil treatment and I will show it to you here on this blog as we proceed down that yellow brick road of life. And I will get better somehow and someway, even if I have to pull that little con man out from behind the curtain and call him names until he cries. He’s going to find something in that bag of tricks to help me.