Digitalis. A genus of perennials we call foxgloves in
Scotland, which grow wild in the garden. The source of a drug used to treat
heart arrhythmia. Beautiful flowers with a beneficial use.
This morning I am suffering from what I am calling
Digitalis. It’s not beautiful but there is a beneficial use, if I can master
it. If I can’t, I may well suffer from heart arrhythmia!
Preparing to fly to the US tomorrow, there is the usual
flurry of packing going on, but the anxiety rises exponentially as I try to get
to grips with a couple of apps. In this digital age, and in these Covid-19
days, proofs of vaccination, of recent negative Covid results, attestations,
passenger locator forms, proofs of Day-2 tests pre-booked for my return: these
things and maybe some others are all requisite if I am to be allowed onto
tomorrow’s flight. If I can get them onto the app, I can check in online and choose
a seat.
Easier said than done. But as I wrote this, I was waiting
for the app to verify one of the documents. Praise God, that has just happened.
In another half hour, I can (hopefully) check in online.
Without the information stored digitally on the app on my
phone, I would have to wait to check in (along with the other Luddites) just a
couple of hours before the flight, showing the paper copies at the airport
desk.
I am more than grateful for an in-house IT department and a
willing son to help me.
No more heart arrhythmia, I pray. (Of course, I’ll be
carrying the paper copies, sometimes in duplicate, in my bags. Just in case…)
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