02 FEB 2011
Isn't that what medical personnel always says before they stick you with a needle? Just a little pinch.
This morning, my husband had a test, a procedure, at our local hospital to complete his checkup. He wasn't allowed to drive afterward, so I went with him. Not only as his chauffeur, but as his moral support as well. Turned out he didn't need the support so much; it was all less traumatic than he expected it to be.
Pictured here is the I.V. bag that hung from the back of his hospital bed. Drip, drip, drip. I had hoped the lines of the window blinds (and their dark green color) next to the squishy of the fluid bag would make for an interesting photo. It worked out much better in my head.
Happy ending: my husband was declared healthy after this morning's test.