Chapter 59 Inter-webbed history
The air is so brittle it could snap, and if it doesn't, I might. No one speaks, what is there to say? I can feel the fear in my chest waiting to take over. Perhaps it only wants to protect me but there really isn't any danger. It sits there like an angry ball propelling me towards an anxiety I just don't need. I had to talk the girls into being patient and letting me be alone to hear what the doctor had to say. Although they insisted on being there to act as a support group, I told them to wait for me and I won’t take long and now, time seems to be running so fast with the huge clock above the doctor making tick-tick sounds. The air is sweet, the weather is fine, there are birds in the sky and I can hear water not far away. I let out a slow controlled breath, attempting to loosen my body movements while trying to steady the thud thud sound coming from my heart racing so fast. Gosh! I fucking hate being kept in suspense. The last time I sat across a doctor in a small enclosed office like this about a year ago, the doctor was breaking the bad news to myself and William about mother’s sickness not being a random illness that could be cured like malaria or typhoid. It wasn’t even a pandemic that still had hopes to vanish with the right treatment like Covid.
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The air is so brittle it could snap, and if it doesn't, I might. No one speaks, what is there to say? I can feel the fear in my chest waiting to take over. Perhaps it only wants to protect me but there really isn't any danger. It sits there like an angry ball propelling me towards an anxiety I just don't need. I had to talk the girls into being patient and letting me be alone to hear what the doctor had to say. Although they insisted on being there to act as a support group, I told them to wait for me and I won’t take long and now, time seems to be running so fast with the huge clock above the doctor making tick-tick sounds. The air is sweet, the weather is fine, there are birds in the sky and I can hear water not far away. I let out a slow controlled breath, attempting to loosen my body movements while trying to steady the thud thud sound coming from my heart racing so fast. Gosh! I fucking hate being kept in suspense. The last time I sat across a doctor in a small enclosed office like this about a year ago, the doctor was breaking the bad news to myself and William about mother’s sickness not being a random illness that could be cured like malaria or typhoid. It wasn’t even a pandemic that still had hopes to vanish with the right treatment like Covid.
The air is so brittle it could snap, and if it doesn't, I might. No one speaks, what is there to say? I can feel the fear in my chest waiting to take over. Perhaps it only wants to protect me but there really isn't any danger. It sits there like an angry ball propelling me towards an anxiety I just don't need. I had to talk the girls into being patient and letting me be alone to hear what the doctor had to say. Although they insisted on being there to act as a support group, I told them to wait for me and I won’t take long and now, time seems to be running so fast with the huge clock above the doctor making tick-tick sounds. The air is sweet, the weather is fine, there are birds in the sky and I can hear water not far away. I let out a slow controlled breath, attempting to loosen my body movements while trying to steady the thud thud sound coming from my heart racing so fast. Gosh! I fucking hate being kept in suspense. The last time I sat across a doctor in a small enclosed office like this about a year ago, the doctor was breaking the bad news to myself and William about mother’s sickness not being a random illness that could be cured like malaria or typhoid. It wasn’t even a pandemic that still had hopes to vanish with the right treatment like Covid.