Randomness

I lay on the hospital bed gazing at the lights above contemplating if I really had to get the injection or should I get up and head to the pharmacy instead. “Can you shift a little to the left?” A voice interrupted my thoughts and I knew there was no other option. I adjusted my body accordingly.

Looking at the syringe in her hand, I felt a scream of air build up in my lungs. Needles freak me out. If my memory serves me right, I had grown two wisdom teeth when my doctor stopped using butterfly needles on me. I would mostly choose sky blue but pink was always a nice change.

She put the syringe on the tray and checking the back of my left hand, it did not take long to identify a vein. While she cleaned the area, I looked at her face trying to communicate the fear that I was harboring beneath the strong façade. I was not sure if I was convincing enough because I could not read her face.

“I am going to need you to be still,” the nurse said to me. I braced myself for it and looked in the opposite direction. She slowly injected the medication. After she was done she smiled at me then walked away to attend to other patients.

There I was left dealing with the discomfort on my arm. It was not an easy feeling to ignore, as it felt as though a bug was crawling under my skin. Struggling to stay awake, I smiled to myself as I realized the injection was not as bad as I had feared. Could I be overcoming my fear? Or was I just lucky this time?