Angel Ho – Analog Artist Digital World

A few days before taking off to Europe, I checked with my Orlando Doctor Angel Ho. Mostly I wanted to be sure I had a refill on prescriptions. I had another sonogram of my ankles and the loud creepy heartbeat proved that I am still alive. She did refill the prescriptions but only for a month. Since I will be in Europe for 3 to 4 months, I jokingly said I would just stop taking the medicine. She advised against that and said that they sell drug in Europe, and I should be able to find a supplier. I will cross that bridge when I get to it.

Just carrying my huge turtle backpack will be building my back and shoulder muscles. Running around the metro station must be helping my heart health. I discovered that hiking the Paris metro stations is a serious workout. Besides the backpack I also carry my art day bag that goes everywhere with me. That bag is heavy because to the large sketchbook I have decided to carry. Te shoulder strap pinches into neck and shoulder like Spokes Vulcan grip. Fr a while I tried hanging the bag off of both shoulders which evened out the weigh distribution.

I kind of regret taking along the laptop, which is the heaviest thing in the bag, but I am happily typing away on it right now. I have an assignment to illustrate a poster for the Florida Film Festival, that is in the works, so it will be good to have the laptop to refine the sketch I submitted.

I also brought along a trench coat which helped keep my legs warm in cold weather. After packing away all my belongings into a u-Haul storage facility, I realized that I had forgotten to put the trench coat in a box. Buy default that meant my subconscious mind was convinced that I would need it in my European travels. I have been wearing that thing every day, so my subconscious mind was right.

I went in for a check up so I can have prescriptions filled.The doctor I saw for years retired and the second doctor I was going to see left the practice. I got a letter say he was returning, but he would not take my medical insurance. So I had to get by with what is available and that is this small clinic on Mills Avenue near Wills pub. The exterior is run down but the waiting room was freshly furnished.

I rushed to get a sketch done. I always think there is time to sketch when in a waiting room. I was called in just before finishing the line work.

In the much smaller exam room I looked around for any sign of HEPA filtration. There was non. The assistant wore a baggy blue surgical mask which is better than nothing.

One procedure was done. Jelly was smeared on my ankles and an ultrasound was dome to check if blood flow was good to the extremities. A blood pressure inflatable collar was wrapped around the ankle and tightened while listening to my heart beat. I have heard baby’s heart beat with that slithering whaoa whapa sound but never my own. The collar was inflated until my heart bet was silenced. It is kind of unnerving to listen to your heart beat getting choked off. Anyway I seem to have a decent heart beat in my ankles.

I need to get blood work done and a box is being mailed to my place. I am supposed to poop in the box and send it off to a lab to check for colon cancer.

The mask less Doctor Ho asked what I do and so I showed her the sketch. She shared it with the receptionists who are hidden behind the large computer monitors.