°What doesn’t kill you makes you stranger
Right this very moment, and due to various long-named chemicals and some nuclear matter (for a heart scan) being injected, I’m both radioactive and have acid for blood. Or, in the scientific jargon and as it was put to me: my blood is “necrotic to flesh”, and so, perhaps not really corrosive of spaceship hulls. (Though, since there are no spaceships about I might test this on, I remain quietly confident of my destructive scope.) That said, if, for the moment at least, long naps and a prohibition on sharing bodily fluids are all this induces, I can’t say there’s more fun in it than the obvious jokes. (I was also offered having “a port” surgically implanted, to get around difficult to find veins - the jokes about Cronenberg and bioports proved a little more obscure.)
For some reason this makes me think of that episode of Alias in which Cronenberg dies of a morphine overdose. The port is a new orifice - I’ve long had a sense that intravenous drug-users, to take the most obvious example of this trajectory of mutant/cyborg corporeality, should really be seen as having converted the veins (and even arteries) of their circulatory systems, the bulk of the blood circulation system, into such a new orifice, which of course must be regularly ‘fed’ (since food consumption seems the most ready-to-hand though hardly unproblematic analogy for such regular substantive requirements) with the ultimate destination in the brain. And of course because long-term intravenous drug-users have often scarred and damaged their veins in ways which can make it difficult to make regular injections, hospitalized drug-users often end up the first people to have mechanisms of such long-term venal access installed. (No implication in your case of course.)
benjamin [October 14, 2008 @ 11:01 am]
Well, my veins are just very shy - always been so. Not very practical of them for the next few months; but longer-term, a usb port would make more sense, for me anyway …
s0metim3s [October 14, 2008 @ 11:13 am]
I really love that clip from Alien 3.
az [October 14, 2008 @ 1:12 pm]
The clip does seem almost perfect, right down to the impending hairstyle … and accented expletive.
s0metim3s [October 14, 2008 @ 1:20 pm]
i once had a doctor at a “yoof” health centre tell me I had excellent veins if I ever wanted to dabble in junk. That struck me as a little… odd…well, from a doctor anyway.
I have nothing more sensible to add than: acid for blood. cool… maybe you could test your capacities on a skybus at the airport - I believe in you!
Liz [October 15, 2008 @ 8:14 pm]
enter Kirke: if you nonetheless want to discharge the xrays, parsley is a great help for that, to my knowledge (and practice). there is all the pile of other sprigs on my counter, in my cauldron too that i want to tell you about, but i can’t call them by their latin names… still this urge for the green that hardly comes up in medicine talk… another of my witchy herbs– i just looked up now– Foeniculum Vulgare. we agean witches cook it with eggs…
with curing steams and scents, with taste,
pom
pomegranade [October 18, 2008 @ 2:48 am]
Finocchio, fennel, definitely. Finocchio and rice soup, especially.
s0metim3s [October 18, 2008 @ 9:33 am]