One of those days

I'm tired of being me. I want to be someone else for a while.

I could pretend. If I were sufficiently disconnected from reality, I could have a great time being someone else for a while. It doesn't have to be someone real. I could be anybody.

Who is Someone Else?

If I could design a Someone Else for me to be, naturally I'd first start thinking of someone who has basically no physical pain. Unless injured, I mean. Someone Else enjoys running, backpacking, etc. Someone Else doesn't have great heavy sacks of fat stapled to sensitive chest skin. No foot pain, no abdominal pain, no knee trouble, no continuous bleeding, no osteo in the hands, you get the idea. Heck, a few inches taller while I'm at it.

But that's not the only direction I could go. I could also imagine Someone Else who enjoys (some hobby involving sitting down a lot) and (some exercise not involving feet) and who is happy with the love of her cats. That Someone Else, I might conceivably one day be.

Fear

Today I am facing my fear that the surgery won't help.

It might do very little. Of the problems visible with MRI, only one will be corrected by surgery.

( The way I face fear is by making plans )