Slipping through fingers

Slipping through fingers

Fluctuating
anxiety ebbs through the body, and an overall calmness of sorts descends to
give a peculiar perspective.

I leave behind tumultuous memories of invasive
cold machines, sometimes with gel on the probe, in air-conditioned confines of
curtained room equipped with contraptions. Crisply dressedtechnician,
occasionally indifferent professional,sometimes smiling friendlies greet
with familiarity. Elevator music plays in the background while I lay on the
Leather chaise covered with disposable sheet. Machines whirr, images are
captured while I hold deep or shallow breath, or breathe normal which is more
abnormal. Inserting of gel slathered probe causes burning
sensation,discomfort and a sense of inadequacyas I try to be
helpfully compliant. Having consumed 24 Oz water to hold a full bladder for
different,clear view is no picnic. To be able to attend to nature’s call
after it is over is oh so truly blissful!

A
few days later- I am told…