It goes in. I want it out.
It hurts. I don't want it to.
They are counting.
One one-thousand, two one-thousand, three one-thousand.
Four one-thousand, five one-thousand.
It feels like it's been years. I know it hasn't.
The kids at school are having fun. Well, probably.
At least more fun than me.
Me. Sitting here. At the doctor, with a big needle stuck in my leg.
I have been here all day, and the seconds I am experiencing right now will never leave me.
But this is for the best. All the pain. I am sad and scared yet I should be glad.
This pain I am experiencing is saving my life.
They are still counting, six one-thousand, seven one-thousand.
Still, out of all the sad and scary things I have experienced this is the worst.
The worst worst. This is not only sad, it is sad and scary.
Could they just stop?!?
I know the answer. They can’t. This here is saving my life. I am crying sobbing. It hurts. I want it to stop hurting.
Ten one-thousand, out! Oh the joy!
It felt like ten years, but I am still ten, the same age as before. The thing that just happened is the story of my life. My allergy, that I’ve had since I could walk.
Almost no one can relate. But me. I can relate. I am me.
Of course I can relate! I will be able to tell everyone. Everyone!
Wait. Why am I so excited? It was very painful, and upon closer inspection, it was 26 seconds. 16 seconds to long for medical reasons, and 26 seconds to long for me.