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Covid Testing

The fuzzy white spindle spears my sinuses as the nurse says “head back, more, more,” as the back of my throat cries tears of blood, as the nurse grasps the nape of my neck as if we were about to kiss, as the back of my throat kisses the fuzzy white spindle, as I must be back in two weeks for more, more.

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Darlene De Beaulieu

Date: 7/7/2021 4:15:00 PM

Hello Carolyn Dewey, That test sounds to me to hurt. It must be uncomfortable to deal with. i hope you are okay. enjoy your evening my friend.

Darlene De Beaulieu
Date: 7/8/2021 4:14:00 PM

Hello Carolyn Dewey, I am glad it is a dramatization and not real. I would think it to be a rare occurrence. Enjoy your evening my friend.

Kim Merryman

Date: 7/7/2021 4:06:00 PM

I'm certainly glad it didn't happen to you, Carolyn. That sounds like a horrible experience! You described it well. Blessings, Kim M

Carolyn Dewey

Date: 7/7/2021 10:41:00 AM

Disclaimer: This is a dramatization. I've heard about someone getting their neck grabbed when they got a COVID test, but that has never happened to me. If I were to guess, I'd guess it is a relatively rare occurrence.