FlickyTailSunrise

Do I really feel sick?

Is this a new kind of pain?

Can I take anymore?

What snacks do I need?

Will I ever teach again?

Why am I not enjoying TV as much as I used to?

I must get a window seat tomorrow so I can see the birds.

Why don’t I just breathe?

Wow, that was a lot of hair…

The Dune Fear mantra replays:

I must not fear. Fear is the mind-killer. Fear is the little-death that brings total obliteration. I will face my fear. I will permit it to pass over me and through me. And when it has gone past I will turn the inner eye to see its path. Where the fear has gone there will be nothing. Only I will remain.

So begins the anxious build up to the next Round. A friend confirming my determination that this WILL be a good one quelled the anxiety briefly, confirming that a large part of this is in my head. This battle with my head is not a new one, so now I must aim to work with this new premise for war. A feat so in keeping with the zeitgeist I can only chuckle….

Today: Bloods and PICC line redress and flush…

Tomorrow: Round 2.

This WILL go well.

I WILL be OK.

Sending ❤️ as you all work through your own battles today.

Fight the good fight.