Well, wake up and smell the incense and peppermint, Pai. You've created a 1960's 'happening'. You look like you turned left at the corner and did a time slip back into the hippie days. I can almost hear the sitar and wild distorted guitar.
Hope you feel better. Illness does sort of rob one of the fun and energy to paint. Of course, painting does make one feel better, so there's your prescription -- paint paint paint, and you'll be dancing in no time.
"Not a bit is wasted and the best is yet to come. . ." -- remembered from a dream