Imbolc and the Moon of Tides

Friday gratefuls: Andrew. Nessa. Bone Scan. Radioactive tracers. Abraxas. Tesla. Uber. Tough day. Noem. Gone. Morning darkness.

Rene Good. Alex Pretti. Say their names.

Sparks of Joy and Awe: Technology

 

Kavannah: Shleimut.   Being present to myself.

Tarot: Six of Vessels, Reunion     Shadow reminds me. My little boy plays with her. Feeds her.

 

One brief shining: Encountering high technology: Radioactive tracers. The bone scan machine. Uber. A self-driving Tesla.  An organic among computer chips and software and radiation sensing crystals.

 

 

Retired Army Sergeant Andrew inserted an IV into my arm at 11:35. Flushed it with saline. Left the room to retrieve a lead box about 10 inches long and five wide. Removed the syringe with radioactive tracers that light up on bone. With a single push he sent it into my blood stream.

He took out the IV. “Come back at 2:30.” Three hours in a place where I could not rest my head. That soft brace? No match for hours in cafeteria and lobby chairs with no head rest.

By 2:30 I was so grateful to lie down. The too familiar curved table. Accepted me and supported my neck. The forty-minutes sandwiched between two cameras sensitive to the gamma rays coming from my bones? The most comfortable I’d been since I got to the hospital.

One of four imaging tests.  Baselines for the clinical trial.

After my much needed rest: time to enter another technology tunnel. Called up the Uber app on my cell phone. Of course. Credit card expired. The ritual:  Card number. Security code. Expiration date. Ah.

I entered the network of self-employed drivers near to me. Who would drive me home? Abraxas took my request.

Abraxas, a man in his early sixties drove a black 2025 Tesla. “Abraxas?” He nodded. “Charlie?” I nodded back while closing the heavy door and looking up through the transparent roof.

“Abraxas?”

A five-thousand year old Egyptian god. Rooster head and snakes for arms. Represents that God is one with everything.

Hmm. OK. Not sure about snakes for arms. Can roll with all is one.

A mind-stretching combination of magical thinking and a self-driving car.

When Abraxas bought his Tesla, he opted for a full self driving kit. Used it all the way from Skyridge Hospital to 9358 Black Mountain Drive. His hands fluttered, on occasion, below the steering wheel.

He even took the Deer Creek Valley road. A road through the mountains. I use it when I’m tired of the freeways. Very curvy. With bicyclists. All on self-drive.

When we got to my house, the Tesla dutifully parked itself.

Bones scanned by machine. Curves navigated by software. Me in my body.

Home again, home again.

Shadow wiggling. Smiling.