Cat, I’m the problem solver, not the problem causer. I make everyone else’s lives run smoothly, I don’t disrupt theirs.
This promises to be a big problem I am causing AGAIN. The fact that it could kill me is less repellent than the fact that I’m going to need help.
It’s just so awful. I was mostly by myself last time which suited me fine but the family is promising to cluster round and I already feel claustrophobic, like “go away, let me get on with it and check in in 6 months.”
Mostly I don’t want to hear a bunch of goddamn opinions and “you are going to be fine” claptrap. There’s every possibility I’m not going to be fine.