With a busy treatment and hospital schedule I've had to try and fit in writing wherever and whenever I can.
Last week whilst captive in the hyperbaric oxygen chamber I conducted daily interviews with the female protagonist from the series of books I am working on. She was quite happy to join me inside the noisy metal dome. Nobody at the centre seemed to notice the chamber's extra occupant which is a good job because I forgot to sign her in. Considering the sci-fi images this treatment conjures I thought it would be easy enough to travel into the future and meet her as she may be at the end of the series of novels. I thought this may help provide retrospective insights into the character and her life.
I considered mentioning to the centre that their hyperbaric chambers can also be used for time travel and for bringing a fictional character to life. But I worry that my treatment may be withdrawn whilst they ascertain the level of mental strain the pressurised environment is causing.
This week in the chamber I've tried an exercise entitled 'Upside Down' which brought about ideas such as: fire breathing polar bears (an image I quite like and may use). I've also met a curious old lady in a clearing in the middle of a pine forest. She had lots of wonderful things to tell me. She may also feature in future fiction projects.
I've also started playing the piano again. Just scales because I can't read the music well enough yet. However, my idea is that it will exercise my battered brain and encourage my coordination. But it is fair to mention I didn't take the piano into the hyperbaric chamber - I would have but there wasn't the room in the car or the chamber. Never mind.
Oh and yesterday I did do some dancing. It was only my right leg which seemed to be moving to an inaudible irregular beat and wouldn't stop when I asked it to politely stay still. I'm calling it my disco leg. Disco leg is all partied out today though and I'm having to drag it around like a reluctant child who doesn't wish to accompany you on the weekly shop.
So there it is: I am trying to write wherever and whenever I am able to. I'm still not able to read much and struggle with the computer but I am definitely on the up. (touch wood) Hurrah! Hope you're all are okay. I'll try to stop by your blogs as soon as I can manage it.
Wednesday, 24 February 2010
Wednesday, 3 February 2010
The following was written yesterday whilst encased in a metal dome undergoing Hyperbaric Oxygen Treatment:
"I'm sitting in a hyperbaric oxygen chamber writing this blog post in my notebook. Laptops are an explosion risk in here. Submerged with a pressure fuelled squealing I'm at a depth of 22 something or others (should've paid more attention). I feel as though I should be able to see fish through the portholes that punctuate the metal domed walls. But instead there are just technicians peering in to check we are okay. I now have an understanding how an inhabitant of an aquarium may feel.
Strapped to my face is a one-size-fits-none oxygen mask that pumps in 100% oxygen that is better absorbed by my pressure contracted vascular system. ((The noisy breathing sounds I make mimic that of Darth Vader - who needs to have a toy voice changer helmet to imagine you're a character in Star Wars? Although I always wanted to be Luke Skywalker - but you can't have it all.)) Or I think that's what they said but I may have it completely wrong. But I do know that the pressure in this diving-type tank helps me absorb greater quantities of oxygen which in turn is meant to help heal the damage caused by the MS and hopefully increase my overall energy.
This is day 2 of my 15 consecutive week days that precede 1-2 week week top ups. The treatment takes about 75 minutes. Unfortunately my eyes/brain are still not able enough to pass my time reading. However, they're improving and so today I thought I'd write this for my blog.
So far I feel exhausted but this is normal for week one. After these first few days many people start to experience notable improvements. It feels good to be doing something positive and it beats just resting, waiting, popping pills and injecting. By week three I may be writing at the pace of a novel a month and going out dancing at the weekend. Anything's possible. Until then I'm only very occasionally and briefly able to read your blogs and tweets. But as Arnie once said: 'I'll be back!' "
So I have a new writing place to add to my experience! Right must dash - my head hurts and I'm running late for my next treatment........