Infusion

Infusion





Yesterday I dreamed of some Shutter Island-esque scene. I was preparing a big bag of IV fluid, then setting the bag upon a tall shelf. Then I took the infusion set, the butterfly-wing kind I had like when I was young, and inserted into my left wrist's blue veins. Up to this point, I did every action automatically. 


Then I felt the kick, but then my vision suffered and I can't find the needle head. No matter how hard I tried to take it out, I can't. I then woke up clawing at my wrist, which cramped for two minutes longer after I am fully conscious. 

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