whatever the day brings

today, i felt it. as if someone was pushing on my throat.

my daughter goes back to school tomorrow for an hour, her first visit since January. she wants to go back, but she’s worried about what the other children will think of her. when i told her that it’s only an hour, and that the other children will be class, she burst into tears.

‘You don’t understand!’

after school, we have an appointment at the hospital to review progress. we’ve been asked to write some notes on goals, including any issues we’re struggling with.

so i’ve made notes. listed goals and issues, and sent them on, in advance.

i’m not going to think about what tomorrow will bring. i could imagine it any one of thirty forty fifty different ways.

i’ll deal with it as it comes.

but i know that feeling, the feeling of pressure at my throat –