Tomorrow I see a specialist.
I'm holding on with a tight grip to a certain reserve of bravado. I see myself as that old horse pulling the cart, and I can't drop now. There's still road up ahead. I can see it.
But I confess to a few fears, too.
It's probably nothing, or nothing much.
My imagination is my curse, and I tend to dramatize things out of all their rightful proportion.
We'll see.
If you're thinking of worrying about me, please don't. I'm a resourceful cuss.
But, hell, you already know that, don't you?
that imagination is a double edged mf isn't it? i know you are a resourceful cuss, but i am still sending love your way, because i know about that overactive imagination. heck, we could bond over that alone! but whatever it is, the nothing or nothing much, you'll handle it. xo
ReplyDeleteWhat Angella said. but I'll add, we can be grateful at Thanksgiving for having that specialist! sp
ReplyDeleteThank you, ladies, both of you. It's probably nothing (I already have the graphic to go with the good news), but I'm just a little nervous ;-)
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