Medicine

A prick into a vein on my hand

The second needle goes into the tube

David, the nurse, dispenses a clear liquid

Immediately, like a young girl pumping her legs to move her swing,

The room starts moving back and forth

A larger needle,

Appearing to be as long as an elephants tusk,

Jammed into my upper thigh

Supposedly to be the worst pain I have ever felt

But yet I sense nothing

I am wheeled into a dark, eerie room

They transfer me onto a cold, metal table

But I feel as though I am laying on a bed full of pillows

A bright light blinds me

And then I wake up after what seems like seconds

Again, I have returned to my original bed

A constant buzzing of the ice machine hooked up to my leg

My steady heart beat is all I hear

I am force to leave my comfortable domain

And enter the harsh break of day

Medicine has saved my being

Medicine has overcome my obstacles

Medicine has cured my illness

Medicine has given me passion

Most of all, medicine has made me the person I am today