Wednesday, March 4, 2009

Blood Simple


The flow of your own blood is frightening and the flow of someone else’s fascinating. To watch winching as the thumb is stuck with a lancet, the blood squeezed out, the meter as it calculates the contents of the miraculous red liquid brings out a part of human nature often suppressed, but real nevertheless.

Blood pressure, that hidden force, also plays it own mysterious role in our psyche. We pray for the meter to read “normal”, fear when it does not, and for most grown men, deny anything could be amiss is our stuffed, bloated bodies.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

Have enjoyed following your blog for the last few months. Visited Samoa last April, looking forward to returning this June. Thank you for your very imformative posts.