I’ve gone much deeper into photography today than I ever wanted to. Today, I swallowed a camera. No joke. I am undergoing what is known as “capsule endoscopy”; in other words, I ate the Pill Cam. The thing was flashing when I put it into my mouth. It’s about the size of the tip section on my little finger, beginning at the last knuckle. Bigger than any vitamin I’d ever seen, but not by too much. Presumably, it is flashing away as it winds its way down through my small intestines, recording images of a tunnel that wasn’t reachable using the upper GI scope or the colonoscopy that I had done in June. These images are being picked up by a bundle of wires strapped onto my navel and recorded in a little metal box that I’m wearing slung around my shoulder.
I suppose what I’m trying to achieve with this exercise is to find out more about my body. I am seeking understanding about systems that are intimately interconnected – my digestive system and my circulatory system – specifically, why a routine CBC indicated anemia while I have no symptoms. These connections also effect my sense of self and how I connect with the wider world in larger systems like health care and the environment.
I have to admit that I am not very comfortable with this technological connection. I much prefer something more organic.