I explained it to Imfunnytoo like this the other night and I found it to actually be a metaphor that stuck with me, just because it makes sense of my predicament for me in a way that makes it seem possibly manageable.
This is what it’s like. I used to be on firm ground. I will end up on firm ground. But to get from firm ground to firm ground, I’m faced with the scariest bridge I can imagine.
Sure, it’s not going to drop me. Sure people use it every day and live. And I’ve got no choice anyway.
But I’m terrified, still.
Tuesday, 9:30, I meed the surgeon.
It’s the Butcher’s birthday. He gets to come with me because I want him to understand what’s going to happen so that he can make wise decisions when I have to give him power of attorney over me.
He’s already threatening to sell my car and empty my bank account.
Joke’s on him. My bank account’s already empty!