Before my feet even cross over the invisible line between real world and hospital
I have already convinced myself I am dying of ten different incurable diseases.
I have started my list of “things to do before I die”
- Stop stressing so damn much before there is even stress to stress about
I walk out of the doctors office with a prescription for an anxiety drug that will
“help me not worry so much” and the memory of a very tired doctor repeating that
I was not going to die any time soon.
But what if that truck swerves into my lane and hits me?
What if my car bursts into flames as soon as I shut the door?
What if today is my last day? –
I am not afraid of death or dying
I am afraid of everything.