I had a 1:00 appointment so decided to have lunch in Panera since it was on the way. I purposely chose the little table next to a threesome – two knitters and one needlepointer – even though they were loudly chatting away – I saw the potential for a wrong-handed sketch. A bunch of men, I overheard them tell someone they were a club, sat around a table not too far away. Panera seems to be a social hotbed on Monday’s.
I assumed that I would be spending a whole lot of time in the orthopedic office simply because I only made the appointment a few days prior and was being squeezed in so I had iPat (free strong wifi signal) and a novel to keep me amused. The receptionist filled in my forms since, at that time, I still had the cast on and my thumb was nowhere to be seen. I took a seat across from a grumpy fat old man filling out forms and his meek appearing trying-to-appease-him wife, whipped out the iPad, started drawing wrong-handed and I was immediately called into the exam room. So much for sketching to pass the time. There was no time.
iPad; New Trent Arcadia stylus.
Apps Used: Finngr Pro and ArtRage
(I seem to be able to print wrong-handed on Finngr Pro but cannot do it on actual paper. Does my brain think it is still drawing?)