Tuesday, April 5, 2011
Blame it on Mercury retrograde or the dark of the moon or the invasion of yellow pollen. I was aware of the other two for a few weeks prior, but the yearly attack of pine pollen is always a surprise because it suddenly shows up everywhere in central North Carolina. And just for the record, even though it's officially known around here as yellow pollen, it's actually electric neon green....and coats everything like the gods have just had a flour fight with it. Blame it on the abundance of longleaf and loblolly pine in the area. It's the sperm of the pine, according to an article on the WRAL news website. The image of pine trees jacking off into the air doesn't help me appreciate it more guys, thanks. Maybe the predicted rain will help temporarily.Until then, I am resigned to the drawn, itchy feeling of my skin and runny eyes. It is everywhere and even manages to get through under the doors of the house; you can skate across the hardwood floors in your bare feet and leave a faint train. Making your way through the yard and you leave eerie greenish foot and hand prints. Don't even think of opening a window or you will be shaking it off and sweeping it up for weeks. The bees love it, though.
Occasionally the Immanent Divine puts me where I should be and where I am needed. Wednesday was that night. A construction worker who'd been pinned between two pieces of heavy equipment was flown in to the trauma center and the doctors (and I) pretty much knew that the crushing injuries he'd sustained to the lower half of his body would be fatal. Blood pressure can be maintained by application of pressure via MAST trousers or other means, but if the blood isn't maintained in the upper part of the body, when the pressure on the lower half is released the patient usually insanguates or 'bleeds out'. Sometimes the bleeding can be stopped by surgery, but many times the damage is too extensive. Our patient was clearly on his way down the River Stix with the Boatman, and I was asked to step in for a few final words. Those words are usually about heaven or hell or redemption and I answer as honestly as I can. Sometimes it's a vague answer, because I don't know where they're going when they cross the veil...I only know that Death is the Ultimate Healing. I am reasonably certain there is no pain, and I don't believe in hell. I believe heaven is what you and your faith tradition has created, so I don't know what it looks like...and I don't know if the God of your understanding has forgiven you or if there are lessons yet to learn, and I won't until I get there. In the last few moments of this man's life I am leaning in expecting to hear some sort of question about forgiveness, but this question is different," All I want to know is if God loves me." he says hoarsely. Taking note of the racy tats on both arms, it's doubtful this guy has been inside a church for awhile. My face is about a foot away from his, and we are locked eye to eye. His expression is stony. He doesn't care about godly forgiveness, and don't think he cares about where he's going once he crosses the river. I manage to nod my head and confidently reply, " Yes. You are loved" His gaze softened until he faded away.
Posted by Ameth Jera at 3:44 AM