Sunday, September 24, 2006
+ The One with the Needle +
I was in high school again. I mean the school, was the setting for my dream. I was at the second floor getting some sort of vaccine shot. There was no epidemic of any kind but a couple of people were being asked to get shots.
I sat at one of the desks and waited to the lady to approach me. I don't remember what she was wearing but I know that she wasn't wearing a nurse uniform.
She takes out the injection and proceeds to press the needle in my arm, right at the fleshy part where the elbow joint is. I don't remember feeling any pain but when I stood up, I felt my arm throbbing.
I had to keep my arm in position, the same "L" position you get your arm in if you were to get a cast. I still felt it throbbing and realized that it was because the lady left the needle in my arm. I didn't panic because it was supposed to be normal, and that the needle was really supposed to be lodged there. She tells me that I should drink 6 glasses of water before I take the needle out.
So, I decide to walk around the campus, at the same time nursing my throbbing arm. You know that feeling when you fall asleep on your arm and all the blood has been cut off? That's how it felt.
Anyway, as I was walking around and gulping down water, I noticed that lunch time was over and that people were starting to line up to go back to the classrooms. I passed the auditorium and saw 3 of my classmates there and they were asking me to come sit with them. I point to my arm and mouth that I couldn't join them, and then left to make my way to the school clinic. I passed all the lines and the line marshals who were trying to keep the students in place.
I enter the clinic and give the nurse my form. She asks if I drank 6 glasses of water, I nod. She stands up and asks me to wait while she gets ready to take the needle out.
I was left there sitting and I looked around to see a few students sitting around the receiving area. I thought to myself, I'm really supposed to be here to have this needle removed but I'd rather not be here. These kids are all here, pretending to be sick, just so they could miss class.
--- That was my dream last night. The annoying thing though is that my arm still hurts, as if it really happened.
trina# 9:23 PM
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Sunday, September 24, 2006
+ The One with the Needle +
I was in high school again. I mean the school, was the setting for my dream. I was at the second floor getting some sort of vaccine shot. There was no epidemic of any kind but a couple of people were being asked to get shots.
I sat at one of the desks and waited to the lady to approach me. I don't remember what she was wearing but I know that she wasn't wearing a nurse uniform.
She takes out the injection and proceeds to press the needle in my arm, right at the fleshy part where the elbow joint is. I don't remember feeling any pain but when I stood up, I felt my arm throbbing.
I had to keep my arm in position, the same "L" position you get your arm in if you were to get a cast. I still felt it throbbing and realized that it was because the lady left the needle in my arm. I didn't panic because it was supposed to be normal, and that the needle was really supposed to be lodged there. She tells me that I should drink 6 glasses of water before I take the needle out.
So, I decide to walk around the campus, at the same time nursing my throbbing arm. You know that feeling when you fall asleep on your arm and all the blood has been cut off? That's how it felt.
Anyway, as I was walking around and gulping down water, I noticed that lunch time was over and that people were starting to line up to go back to the classrooms. I passed the auditorium and saw 3 of my classmates there and they were asking me to come sit with them. I point to my arm and mouth that I couldn't join them, and then left to make my way to the school clinic. I passed all the lines and the line marshals who were trying to keep the students in place.
I enter the clinic and give the nurse my form. She asks if I drank 6 glasses of water, I nod. She stands up and asks me to wait while she gets ready to take the needle out.
I was left there sitting and I looked around to see a few students sitting around the receiving area. I thought to myself, I'm really supposed to be here to have this needle removed but I'd rather not be here. These kids are all here, pretending to be sick, just so they could miss class.
--- That was my dream last night. The annoying thing though is that my arm still hurts, as if it really happened.
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