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As the nurse removes the cap, its fresh newness gleams in the strip lighting. The point is tear drop shaped and hollow. Pushed gently into my arm by an expert hand, it first dents then pierces the skin, searching for … Continue reading
Middle-aged and sullen, he sits in the waiting room. Head bowed, he glowers at everyone from underneath bushy eyebrows. On his arm in the little piece of cotton wool and tape that shows a recent blood test. He is on … Continue reading
She stretches out her hand and places it gently on my arm. A gesture of comfort that’s worth a thousand words. She keeps it there for a few minutes as we talk, reassuring me that I am not alone.