I had a dream...

I had a dream of holding onto a string high above the ground.  I begin to feel the familiar feeling I have before as my blood pressure drops.  I hold on tight, but I begin to fall asleep.

I am falling.  I am aware of myself on the ground.  I stand up and take hold of the string again.  This time I am handed a heavy cast iron pan that I have to hold while I clutch the string above the ground.  My diagnosis.  The very name of it weighs me down and I fall again.

This time when I get up I decide not to take the pan.  I might have this disease, but I do not have to let it stop me in this moment.

Once again I grab the string.  Life is so precious.

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