Three days and counting

Three days to go. My nerves are fairly steady. My leg is very itchy I have varicose eczema, which isn't so bad apart from when I can't stop itching, itching until the skin breaks and it bleeds. Oh the relief. So it's three days to my operation, three days to getting a new leg. Twenty years later and it's finally here. I actually looked at some dresses last week. Something I haven't done for so long. Having these hideous varicose veins has prevented me from wearing any thing that shows my legs. To afraid to show this ugliness off to the world. There isn't any thing in life that I'm actually really scared of, apart from heights, needles and men. The procedure involves an Epidural, a thin long needle inserted into the lower part pf my spine to freeze the area so the surgeon can cut into my veins... 'Ooooow' this sounds too messy for me, I hope the epidural works otherwise I'll have to be knocked out, this also means me waking up on Christmas day in hospital... so fingers crossed they get it right the first time. I went to give my pint of blood last week, I had a very interesting conversation with the nurse in charge, who said it was out of the question, regarding my day on 24th Dec, it's best that I keep my pint of blood as it will speed up the healing process, makes sense I guess. She had had her varicose veins done a few years ago, she explained how I would feel, that my leg would no doubt be black n blue with bruising. She also wondered why on earth I'd want this done on Christmas Eve of all days? I think I got a cancellation, I NEED this done so badly, my leg hurts constantly, I'm in pain, I can't wait any longer. She smiled and wished me the very best.. if anything I'm looking forward to resting for five days, but we'll see how long that lasts as I can't normally sit still.....unless of course I'm posing, that I can do till the cows come home. I can really get back to normality with my writing whilst I'm restricted to sitting down. Of course eating
and drinking copious amounts of alcohol will be my first priority Lol!

To Bare all

Here it is at last, the painting I was given.
An elderly gentleman painted it on the night,
I asked if I could take a picture of it on my
mobile phone, and he said better than that
I could have it. I do like it a lot. It consists
of two very easy poses. If I remember rightly
I was aching from the night before, where upon
I had posed for the High school 6th form art
students. The first time I stripped off for the
students, I wondered just how they would cope
seeing a nude woman...me! They took it in their stride as I would expect any up and coming artist to do, after all they aren't looking at any thing that is rude, this is art, I'm guessing they're studying the form, distances, measuring height, lighting
shading. I just find a spot to focus on, put myself into the chosen position and wait for the teacher to say go. I never check the clock, I don't wear a watch. Some times the minutes rush by but other times is tends to drag. Depending what pose I'm doing as to how comfortable I am... this all adds to the session. But of course the longer the pose the more 'uncomfortable I can become, this adds to the cramps. I some times try to grin and bare it. The tortured expression on my face usually gives the show away. Some one will notice that I'm in pain.. a voice will call out 'OK take a break' these words are priceless..!! We get treated to biscuits and fresh;y made tea. I get robed up and walk around looking at the attempts some of the people have made to try and capture my features, some have it... others Lol.
Time up and it's back to the pose. Usually I can remember where my feet were, what arm was where etc; etc; If the pose is a difficult one then some one will come round with a piece of charcoal and just put a few lines to show the feet position. Classical music usual plays in the back ground, but I much prefer some thing with a pulse..