The Night Before in The Common Room

I’ve been very busy staying busy. I’m a born and practicing coward and the scope and lung biopsy tomorrow is something I don’t want to think about. Three levels of fear – first, of the procedure itself, second, of the results, third of whatever comes next. It’s counter intuitive to me to go get hurt when it will not result in an improvement. So, to avoid panic, I clean – that’s what I do when I’m upset – only I have no breath for cleaning. .

Damn, this is making it worse. I’m an idiot.

Youngest daughter will go with Husband and I to the hospital. She’ll put on her best RN persona and that tickles me. Actually, it’s a lot like her tough cop persona used to be. I love that kid.

Until again – or not