a few short moments, with the needle in my neck saliva and blood. Nothing can be done at this time. and thyroid gland, he finds the other cord. A lone The bubbly formations have obstructed the camera tear streams down the corner of my eye as I feel on the scope, so no second injection can be made the familiar prick on the needle and burn of the until this ceases. Yet it doesn’t cease. “I’m so steroid swelling in my cord. The needle is removed, sorry Holly, I know this is a painful, uncomfortable as is the scope and I hear the words I’ve been procedure, but it’s going to be even more so now. longing to hear, “You’re all done! Didn’t even cry! We can’t give you the last injection through your Take it easy, rest, and nasal passage, we’re don’t talk, okay?” They going to go through It feels as though I have something all pat me on the back, your neck.“ Shocked stuck in my throat and desperately shake my hand and and frightened doesn’t want to cough it out of there but leave the room. even begin to describe I can’t. This is a needle and the the reaction on my slightest movement could cause I’m so thankful for this face. This place really is major problems. During this moment of silence a torture chamber. procedure, it’s all about mind power. and reflection. I sigh again. Only, this is one Another syringe is I try to find my happy place. of relief. Composing filled with the numbing myself, I stand slowly agent. Gently, the and turn to look at the chair. It seems so harmless resident doctor positions the needle in the center now. I look in the mirror above the cabinets. of my neck and sticks me many times to numb the Mascara lines my cheeks like a highway map. My entire area. Pain! swollen eyes find it hard to open. Red eyes stare back at me. I wonder if I should clean my face. Get A lover’s kiss. Dancing. Laughing. German beer. I try the blood out of my nostril. I decide against it. A desperately to think happy thoughts again, but it’s of battle was fought in this operating room today. And no use. Stab. Puncture. Pain. Burn. Butcher. That’s I won! A sense of pride washes over me as I stare all I can think of at the moment. All this woman was at my haggard appearance in the mirror. I’m one doing was numbing my neck, cords, and trachea tough cookie. This was one more battle I’ve fought again! This isn’t even the steroid injection! “Okay. in an ongoing war, and I know I will win the next You’re all numbed. I whisper, “Bring it on.” Closing one, too. I smile and leave the room with grace. my eyes again, Clair de Lune plays in my head and I think of dancing with my sweetheart, looking into his eyes and feeling enamored by them. After just 10 may 2014 an apple a day
The May 2014 issue of An Apple a Day magazine.