A Spider, A Snake and the Dark

My physical is almost complete.  I head upstairs to the lab with my husband for moral support. I dread the lab with every fiber of my being.  This irrational disquietude creates such angst I fear I will faint.  Standing on a window ledge, ten floors up, with a spider and a snake, in the dark, would be more comforting to me than sitting in this waiting room.  Keeping my knees still is an effort of gargantuan proportions.  Imagining that life will go on after this is almost beyond comprehension.  My name is called, the phlebotomist and my husband banter back and forth, laughing, while my life flashes before my eyes.  There is no pain involved, it is just the idea, my squeamish nature that causes my mental pandemonium.  "You're done.  Just hold the cotton."  I take a deep breath, thankful I have made it through for another year.  And why wouldn't I?