Once a week we are working on completing an English course. For this week’s class we were tasked with spending 8 minutes writing about an experience from the past week. Really all I could think of was herbs, herbs, herbs. This has been our big project for the last couple weeks and the deadline has been looming. Somehow I circumvented the chain of “herbs, herbs, herbs” thoughts marching around in my brain and dragged out a small, but significant event that occurred in the past week.
“Nerves always course through my body as I prepare for a newborn screening. About half-way through the paperwork my hands begin to freeze and my thighs commence quivering. I forget where the lancets are. The tape sticks to my gloves and won’t come off. Babbling voices in the background become blended together in a strange cacophony. When everything is ready. I can not delay any longer. With a deep breath I poke deep into tender skin. Today though, everything goes perfectly. Glistening at the edge of her heel is one beautiful crimson drop. It hovers there, swelling in size until “splat” it drops neatly onto its intended target. Only three more to go…”
It’s funny how such a small thing as four drops of blood can seem like a huge mountain. It’s always a reminder how even the smallest things can become insurmountable obstacles in our minds. The first leap is the hardest, it gets easier after that.