Back on my tight rein. Everything packed neatly into its boxes - you'd never have known the mess that was strewn about. All tidy now. This is good, I am in control.
I'm having to swallow some bitter pills lately. Figuratively and also literally. I imagine it's no coincidence that my resistance to anything will be minimal (literally, and also figuratively). Since this morning's meeting was cancelled I could after all submit myself to the bewildering array of tests required by the handsome doctor. Dizzy spells: I sound like a weather forecast. I'm sure it will be the usual old stuff. Typical of me to have an Achilles heel right inside where no-one can see it. Things are eating away at me on the inside: figuratively and literally.
I know I sit in other people's boxes too. We all do. Some of the boxes I sit are, it turns out, smaller and narrower than I thought. Ignorance of this fact would have been bliss - although it would have been the triumph of hope over experience. I'm sure I've said before that I'm a slow learner.
A minimal expectation must be the surest route to avoid disappointment. I will gratefully receive whatever I am offered, and consider myself a lucky girl.
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