Nursing Me
By: Kelly Oxford
“Okay, are you ready?”
“No,” I whisper. “Never.”
“On the count of three, do not move. Breathe out, hard. One. Two. Three.”
On the count of three, my nurse slides the needle into my forearm. Stepping on …
“Okay, are you ready?”
“No,” I whisper. “Never.”
“On the count of three, do not move. Breathe out, hard. One. Two. Three.”
On the count of three, my nurse slides the needle into my forearm. Stepping on …