July 9, 2015
(This is part of a 365 project
during my 70th year where I write and illustrate a blog on each
day’s gift.)
I neared the entrance to the medical building where
I was not looking forward to a two-hour scanning procedure, when a chipmunk
suddenly scampered across my path. A small thing but it made me smile and enter
with a lighter heart. Little did I know that this chipmunk and his friends
would help me cope on the hard table during a long procedure.
The friendly technician got me settled prone with
machinery looming close to my body. A monitor would show me how much time had
passed and how much time was left. I could also see grainy monochrome images—my
liver and gall bladder on the screen—ever changing during the scan.
As I looked at my insides, I realized that I would
have made a lousy surgeon with my tendency to “see” things not there—an
undesirable distraction for a doctor but most welcome for me today as a
patient.
I was mesmerized with the changing shapes and
shadows. At the beginning, I saw a cartoon style dancer with a ball. At one point,
the dancer lost a leg but continued. Later I saw a turtle swimming but my
perspective was from below in the water with sun shining through. For a while,
the turtle kept morphing into a miner with a headlamp and back again. Then, from a high perspective, I
saw a woman holding a baby one minute and the next she was sewing at a sewing
machine. Following that were animals: puppy heads with floppy ears, owls, furry
minions, teddy bears and chipmunks. The next "picture" I saw on the screen
were portraits of senior men and women, some ¾ view and some profile, always
looking to the left. Just as the final timer bell rang, I was looking up again at the underside of a beetle flying toward a street lamp.
I am glad that I see pigs in the clouds and
chipmunks in my gall bladder.
My
gift today is imagination in the middle of stress.
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> Day 213: Power of Images
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