A whack to the head, and you lose it all

One of the most depressing things to happen to me, is when I am physically unable to draw. Whether it be I cannot bring myself into the needed postion, or I cannot tolerate the pain. When the barrier goes up, I am subject to its whim.

And I am trapped in a box of whim.

I have hurt my neck (a fall, and a knock to the soft part of my head), which has spiraled out of control and into my back and head. I can barely sit up, eat, and move my arms. Drawing, I tried on sunday. It was so uncomfortable for me, all me sketches were garbage. It was thoroughly depressing.

So, even though it seems to be time for something new here... I can't do much as of late. If you are more impatient than myself, then you shall surely die.

Poor death...