I had my second programming session today. The programmer upped the electrical stimulation and stretched the evening dose of medication from three to six hours. A few more of those tweaks and I’ll be good to go.
I sat there in the programmer’s office and suddenly had a vision of my next painting. A revelation. I don’t even know if I can pull it off. As predicted, it’s entirely different from my previous endeavors.
And now, if you’ll excuse me, I must go and reclaim my artistic self.