The needle was first inserted in a small vein, which got tired, and so, would not take anymore. The drip stopped. They tried it on the left side of my hand-wrist, and then, the right. That took an extra 30 minutes and yet it all was okay. Perhaps that is another gift of this. I find myself saying over and over again, well, what else would I be doing. What am I rushing toward? And that is not to say I wasn't watching the clock like a hawk today, and counting the minutes, and then, the seconds until I was done, but I do think I have a broader holding of each moment. I hope so.
Steve picked me up and we went out to eat. He took time off, a big deal for Steve, and, now, we each must check our emails, of course, and I do go back tomorrow for the shot, and I know I have some rough days ahead, but I am greeting them differently this time. I feel myself really digging in new soil, and adding compost, and knowing the flowers are coming to light. Spring truly is come, though I hear we may get snow again this weekend on the mountains. By my recollection, that will be the third time in the last few weeks. It is quite the year.