Dialysis As An Analogy

A Patient Voice

In my blood are intuition and instincts and the things that I have gone through.  I have absorbed them all and I am absorbed by them.

The machine takes the blood from me, and after I process what is happening, the machine processes my blood and returns it to me; clean.

My blood is my knowledge, my values.  They become shared.

The noise in the background is my purpose; it is trying to find me.  I hear it’s sound, feel it’s present.  The noise is the machine; the noise is my blood; the noise is trying to find me.

I am my blood.

Circulating.

The machine keeps processing. I become cleaner.

Clearer.

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