His
world burst with the prick from a thin sliver of reality, popping the
complacent timidity and sending him into a wild whirlygig which
lasted for years. It was a cacti revelation – an “ouch” and an
irritant, then an ooze, draining, then a hazy-spin, before
collapsing. Collapsing, too, in the doubting he would resurface.
The
silver needle withdrew, bloodless, but nurse applied pressure just the
same.
Can't
be too careful. If you spout in the next half hour, apply pressure
and bandaid.
If I spout?
I
was going through the steps but it was a slog.
I didn't believe "the half-of-testing"....achieving what?
Were there an end target, something to achieve, I might believe, but the best they could promise was 'back to my old self'. Which I very much didn't want. Who would?
Short of a miraculous transformation, there was no point. I chose my own road and opted to shoulder my burden rather to succumb to some sycophant who's willing to drain me, or some public agency, dry.
I didn't believe "the half-of-testing"....achieving what?
Were there an end target, something to achieve, I might believe, but the best they could promise was 'back to my old self'. Which I very much didn't want. Who would?
Short of a miraculous transformation, there was no point. I chose my own road and opted to shoulder my burden rather to succumb to some sycophant who's willing to drain me, or some public agency, dry.
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