I really was looking forward to Scope Hamptons. I had already purchased my ticket for the big benefit.
The week just prior had sent out a large emailing to art world friends and galleries announcing I would be attending. I had told my family and friends that I was not going to be available to entertain or be entertained, as it was also my birthday weekend, during the Scope and the art events. We could celebrate later.
I was preparing to make a whole lot of contacts and even new friends. Who knew, I might even meet that soul mate I have a sense of, who is somewhere searching for me -- at least I enjoy the thought.
In the early morning of my birthday of July 12, 2006, I was swept off my feet by a strange but familiar presence. My protests and resistances were useless. I swooned. I had no idea it could be like this. That I could feel the way I felt. I was as if I were under a spell.
I was a thrall to my feelings, beyond right or wrong, moral or not, I was compelled. Being is bed was the most necessary thing in the world. I was consumed. Almost obsessed. The bed clothes were thrashed. I was sweating and yet shivering. The sensations of it all were unrelenting, occurring in a cascading blur. This was all do to an amazing bladder infection.
I was having an amazing relationship with my John. I stayed in bed all day on my birthday. By July 13, the opening day of Scope Hamptons, I was too ill to manage to drive to my regular doctor a few towns away. Scope was in the East Hampton airport even beyond that.
My friend Lori's Southampton doctor had just retired, but she knew of the new Urgent Care Clinic opened by Dr. Kot. A relative had gone there a few times and recommended it.
Since it was the first time ever Lori had not recognized my usually bubbly, fast talking voice, she offered to drive me without even being asked. Dr. Kot walked into the exam room, glanced over at the clear cup with my urine sample and announced, “You've got a bladder infection.”
He had the nurse prep me for an intravenous drip of anti-biotic and another bag of liquid and nutrients. As a former acute and chronic Lyme's disease patient, I know how difficult it is to get a drip of antibiotic. I was impressed. And figuring that with this much antibiotic, I had a shot of attending Scope and maybe least the benefit the next day.
By the next day when I returned to Dr. Kot, I was capable of driving myself, especially along the back roads. I was now able to keep down the cranberry juice, ginger ale and seltzer. My fever wasn't as high.
I still did not want to leave my bed. Even with a bad flu, I always get out of bed in the daytime, and at least sit and pretend I'm working. Dr. Kot gave me a supply of oral antibiotic that would last through Monday.
By Saturday evening I ate my first food since Tuesday evening. I was all revved up to attend Scope the next day – the last day. Dr. Kot had told me I could go only if I had quit running a low grade fever. I knew I wasn't up to driving both ways on the crowded Hamptons highways, and then walking through the convention, so I was even considering hiring cab or someone as an assistant and driver for a few hours on Sunday.
And then it was Sunday. Sunday night, after Scope had closed the fever broke. Today, as scheduled, the day after the final dose, Dr. Kot gave me another pill and by tomorrow we'll have the results of the new urine analysis.
If you're in the Hamptons and need medical care, I recommend Dr. Kot. Even so, and certainly not his fault, I missed Scope Hamptons.
I was disappointed for awhile, but then I began to have this nagging thought. The thing is, I keep praying that God stop me from going where I'm not supposed to go with UnGraven Image and my work.
I know I am far too able to use “common sense,” or make what seems like a good move in relation to a gallery, dealer or exhibition opportunity, which could turn out to be a waste of my time and effort. I also know that sometimes the best relationships are forged by adversity. So I intend to email all the people I emailed previously that I would be at Scope and direct them to this blog.
I wonder if I this whole thing was some form of answered prayer?
[Note: On Monday, once I tried to resume my life an became somewhat active, the fever returned. After more antibiotic, by Thursday, the fever really broke.]