an itch

I've an itch. I looked at it the area that itches and it looks swollen. Not a part that gets swollen, so it looks disconcerting.
Hopefully, it's nothing.
Hopefully, I get to be a librarian again one day.
All is fine. Just annoyed that time pushes me forward when I want to kick and scream. I will die one day and it will all be over, so I just have to tolerate everything in between and try to make the best of it.
I have hypothyroid issues, so I don't truly expect to see my great-great grand children, or even retire one day for that matter. Just going to pretend that I will and act surprised when I cross those bridges. Nothing truly surprises me beyond the fact that most of my fears leave me mentally prepared for their eventual happening. The remaining fears are pending in terms of becoming reality, but they'll happen, I just know it.