My heart raced. I knew the pain that was coming and I do not handle pain well. The anticipation drove me to fight it. The needle came nearer and my muscles came tenser. A pinch in the skin! The metal prod delivered a cool fluid into my veins. The nurse said to relax. I was too apprehensive; it seemed like forever until my arm went to gel. By the time the cool liquid reached my upper arm, between my elbow and shoulder, I felt a looseness I hadn't felt since I was a child.
"Just close your eyes, relax, and begin counting backwards from 100," the nurse said. What happens if I reach 50 and I'm still awake?
And with a deep breath to 94 the worry scurried away.
I felt no pain. Very little memory of the event lingered. It was done and gone. The moments passed at the speed of light. I woke up in an unfamiliar room with unfamiliar faces and feelings. A fog hung heavy over my eyes and I couldn't move. Not just yet. It seemed to take forever for the sights and sounds to come to recognition.
One by one I could see the clock on the wall, the lady at the desk, the beds next to me. Objects around me became clearer, yet a fog still hung like a mist. Edges blurred. Time continued to escape me. Things happened and I passed through. The cool fluid sustained my veins. My shell was numb.
Time hung in overcast.
Memories stand vacant.
My hand stings with soreness. It is tender and bubbly from the needle.
With care and softness he removes the cold metal prod. Soft absorbent gauze covers the hole and mild pressure is applied. Deep breaths and fluttering eyes I can see again. My nebulous landscape clears, and like the rainbow after the rainstorm, hope returns
The sun is shining brighter than yesterday. It fills me with a warm fluid. The pain is gone; just a bump remains as the only reminder of the trance. Gone is the unfamiliar. Gone is the numbness. Gone is the shield.
Edges are sharp and lucid. Time is on my side. Feeling is all around and the moments are full. My senses crest and satisfy in a fresh future.
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