Awaken to compassion

Love with it's twist and turn, in the wind it vanishes. Like the Moon and the stars, behind the mountains it sinks, Love that is accumulated over a thousand years. In the Morning Fog deeply etched it is. As beautiful as it appears, fade away it must, in the vast sky i stand. Looking outto the ocean, my heart flows with the river, towards the depth of the sea. It slowly disappears.

Friday, June 30, 2006

Needles

I am afraid of being extract blood from needle syringe. I was knocking on the door which labeled "Consultation room". As I went in, a female doctor in her 30s greeted me with her casual and easy going attitude. She did the usual stuff like check heart beat. I usually would like " clinical high blood pressure" as I will be nervous when ever I need to see a doctor, but this time surprising my blood pressure was ok as what I have always measured at home... hahha.... Then she took out the syringe. I start to sweat a bit.... hhaha, she poke into my arm and yes it hurts.... Confirmed she's not experience.... 5 -7 mins later the needle is still in my arm.....Ouch... She's adjusting the position and keep press the syringe up and down hoping to get more blood. After 10mins, she done . I was surprised that I actually looked at how she pressed up and down with the needles syringe and forget about the pain... I guess is all in the mind, some techniques may help...

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