The Blessing In A Thorn


I hate needles. Maybe despise is a better word.

The bigger the needle, the  bigger the panic attack.

But the day came when I had to go to the ER.

Dehydration got the best of me and the nurses decided to stick me with a needle the size of a ruler called an IV.

I cringed. I begged. I cried.

 I wanted this thing off of me.

Little did I know the very thing that was hurting me, served to make her stronger.