I Remember – #113

I remember holding still while the local anaesthetic went in, and then feeling – somewhat – the other needles.  Too many of them, more than expected.  But the results, I am assured, are, or will be, good.  And all through this, in my mind, a song about churches and praying runs through my head, and I am not a religious man.

-12 January 2015

This post is part of the I Remember series.

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