Worse, Worser and Worstest

I promise my artblog will not be headquarters for daily confessions of pain.

My surgery failed and they couldn't get my stone out. My tubes were too small for the big scary probe.

If you haven't been paying attention, here is an update--I was abducted by aliens when I was 4 years old. On the planet XR-12, they implanted a small rock in my kydney. 27 years later, Now ,they want to extract it out of my penis with a long probe and a laser.

I have to go back into surgery and try again in 2 weeks. My Doctor is a great guy and he's trying. In the meantime, they left a stent inside of me and the pain is magnificent. I'm peeing needles and going to the bathroom is like getting run over by a car. I'm eating Percocet out of a cereal bowl with a spoon. That's not even the worst of it. The worst concerns my "Health" "Insurance" God bless America.

Thank you to all who have given me compassion in the last month. I'm embarrased and humbled. Especially, from my friends in the comics community. Through all this, I have been working on the final pages for next year's The New York Four.

If anyone wants to help, they can tell the people who write reviews for Local that I am NOT a slow artist. I am pissing blood and cradling my gut and howling at the moon. I am a very VERY fast artist.