You might have noticed the oxygen treatment kind of stopped, after only two sessions. This wasn’t through any other reason but that life got in the way. A week’s holiday followed by chaos at home, manic amounts of work, exhaustion, car sharing and my poor little brain unable to coordinate how I would actually fit in, and get to, any treatment meant it slipped through the gap. Along with eating healthy food, eating enough food, sleeping properly, getting exercise, fresh air, having fun, laughing… but all that has to stop!
So out came the trusty old bike, much easier when the sun is shining, and off I pedalled to my third session in ‘the tank!’ I forgot the bike lock, my mobile phone and my brain but I didn’t need any of those things – mobile phones are not allowed inside oxygen chambers anyway and it meant I completely relaxed with NO interuptions whatsoever!
You become very conscious of every breath, in, and out, in and out, and it’s kind of hypnotic. My asthma has been getting much worse lately, probably due to extra stress and a dusty environment but it’s hard to avoid at times. You have to work through it as best you can.
With a great tome to read (The Angels Game by Carlos Ruiz Zafon) I settled in for the hour. I worked out that it has been eight weeks since my last session. I’m hoping to fit in two a week, which should start to show real benefits – or so I’m hoping. Another holiday next week, this time to Portugal with the girls, will get in the way slightly but I have good intentions to keep these treatments up.
It takes about one and a half hours from start to finish including signing in, getting kitted in the mask, pressurising the tank, the actual session, and then de-pressurising the tank, at which point my ears pop, plip, and plink away with amazing regularity. Quite a nice sensation on the way down, but not so nice on the way up; I’m getting used to it though and am very good at clearing the pressure.
Rather unnervingly I was the only person in the chamber for this session. This was a first, and slightly odd, but with no distractions at all I relaxed, unwound, and let the stresses and strains of the preceding weeks just wash away. More to follow with another session booked for Tuesday next week. Apart from feeling a bit of a fraud when the unavoidable question arises, “So how long have you been diagnosed?” and I have to explain that I’m an interloper, not an MS sufferer at all, just an asthma and allergy freak!
There is often no quick easy fix for these kinds of things, but I feel it’s worth a try, and it can’t hurt. I’m sure the sun is helping, and the fact that progress is finally visible in the developing renovations, but I think the oxygen really peps me up, and does make for very clear lungs straight afterwards. Still a bit wheezy but the house is dusty. Did I mention the dust?
I’d love to hear from others who might think of trying this, and anyone else who has found it successful, and even those who felt it didn’t help… my holiday reading will be around oxygen therapy and why it works so more to follow on this in a few weeks.