I am writing this as a part of my job which is testing a functionality of a web application developed by someone else. This is a test mail that is being written to get out of the so called feeling that makes your eyes close and in usual terms which is known as Drowsiness and the cause being one more condition of humans called as Boredom of doing the same thing again and again.
I rushed out of my cubicle to have lunch with my friends hoping that I will feel better. After the lunch, I decided to take a stroll as my day’s work was done. Sitting in front of the same monitor which always shows ‘This page is not responding’ in the Internet Explorer and that too after lunch will make lay my head on the desk and doze off. Start dreaming of the most exciting things in the world like skiing, dancing, travel, photography and what not!!!
It was organized in Building 38. I filled in my details in the form and continued my walk to the final destination. I was made to lie down. Although I had undergone this many times, for the first time ever I was a little apprehensive about it. Maybe because my eyes had seen the needle in the hands of the white collared guy. He lifted it in his right hand; the only thing I noticed was the shining, sharp, ruthless, harmful tip of the needle. This horrifying visual was enough for the pumping machine of my body to increase its rate. Once again I looked at the needle which seemed like a drilling machine ready to rip itself into my body rupturing the skin of my arm. OMG! For the first time I was really scared about it. The doc had the needle connected to a bag in one hand and on the other he had a piece of cotton soaked in a transparent liquid kept in a transparent bottle which he made sure was closed. His very first step was audible to me even though he was at a distance. As soon as I heard the first step, my eyes turned towards him. The magnitude of the sound of the footsteps kept increasing gradually. But his next few steps of his were like a fast forward movie. In no time, the doc was on his knees with the two things in his hand. He placed the needle down and strapped the shoulder part of my hand. I realized it was a sphygmomanometer.
He gave a wide smile as if all his 32 teeth were kept for an exhibition. He slowly held my hand and cleaned a part of it with the soaked cotton he held. That cleaned part felt really cool, a tickling sensation. I decide, No matter what I will not take my eyes off the needle. I was curious to see what he was going to do. The tip of the needle approached near the skin. I put in all the effort that I could to keep my eyes open and look at the needle. It slowly pierced into my Johnson & Johnson skin (that’s because I use Johnson & Johnson lotion). I could see 2-3 drops of blood gush out of my skin. The pain caused in the entire process was very much bearable. The doc cleaned the blood with cotton and still remained on his knees looking keenly at me. After few minutes, the doc pulled out the needle and asked me to fold my hand. I was being given all the care in the world, the tiny wound created by the needle was covered by a band-aid. As I tried to move myself, the doc rushed towards me and said, “Ten minutes more sir”. I closed my eyes. A pat on my shoulder woke me up. It was the doc again. I got up from my armchair, paved my way slowly out of the little room. The lady at the entrance of the room asked me ,”What is your name?” I replied, “Anil”. She scribbled something and gave me an envelope. She also gave a pack of mango juice and said, “Thank you for your time, sir. Thanks for donating your blood!!!”
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