Self-portrait, Gocco print
Well, I promised color and here it is. After a year’s worth of hesitation, I finally decided to pull out my Gocco printer and give it a whirl (though I’ve been ordering paints for it for the last couple of weeks specially for this momentous event). I shot some digi photos of myself and then brought them in to Photoshop. I wanted to print on black paper, using pearlescent paints, so I manipulated the image somewhat and then printed it out as a negative on my laser printer.
After several trys and duds (like not putting a sheet of cardstock underneath the original when I was flashing my master, resulting in an interesting, though unwanted, square graph pattern on the master), I finally got a master that I was pleased with. I printed and trashed many prints, and finally ended up with nine I was happy with. Here’s one of them.
How that I’ve finally tried the darned thing, I’m seeing the potential… just need to figure out how to get Photoshop to do what I am envisioning in my mind, so that I can print out the originals to make the masters with.
Ugh. This morning I got up to the task of getting Gabriel off to school, followed shortly by removing Steve’s bandages from yesterday’s surgery. Between the two of us we were able to remember all of the various directions we were given on what do to, when and how.
We set up in the bathroom for this task. First the bandages needed to come off. That seems like it should be easy, but it took me a while to peel all of the tape off, since there was so much of the stuff. Cool stuff, though. Wide strips and quite flexy and easy to rip… more like foam than tape. It came off relatively painlessly, not like the days of old when the first layer of skin would come off with the tape. Then I had to pull out the pain pump catheter, which I’d mistakenly assumed was just barely inserted subdermally. I almost passed out when I pulled and pulled on the tube, and it seemed like it would never stop. And then, of course, the bleeding started. It didn’t last long, though, thankfully, and the adhesive bandage I applied to the spot took care of that shortly after. Then I had to place adhesive bandages over the top of the four incision areas, leaving the steristrips in place.
Steve’s arm sling get-up
Migrating into the living room, we set up on to the couch for the next steps. Out came the muscle stim unit from the box, which got hooked up to the pads they’d placed on his shoulder after surgery. A towel was placed over the shoulder area and then the cold pack bladder unit was placed on top of that. It’s a cool device-the rep told us to freeze water bottles and then place them into the cooler portion of the unit (instead of loose ice) and then fill it up with water. It basically pumps cold water through a hose up to the shoulder area, where the bladder is held in place with a bandage of sorts that is fastened with Velcro.
The doc called this morning to check up on him, and advised him to take two pain pills per 4 hours, at least until the pain is under control. He said “Your shoulder should be hurting like hell just about now.” He was right. How do I know that he’s hurting? Because he didn’t protest when I snapped the picture of him.