Bryan Adams sings his song "...Cuts Like a Knife but it feels so right". I can't say it feels so right necessarily, but I can say I've felt cut up in more ways than one. Physically and emotionally this journey continues to cut me up and I continue to heal my wounds one by one.
I haven't blogged in a few days and I sure missed it, writing is my therapy and I've been a little cranky as a result. Hyperbaric chamber treatment sessions are either 815am or 1215pm and this week I was scheduled for the 815am start times. I'm not the best morning person so to save an early drive and earlier wake up call, I've stayed at my cousins and one of my BFFs. This means living out of a suitcase Tues-Fri and it's hard. I miss routine, my folks, my cat, my stuff. Next week I start the afternoon sessions so that'll be a way better routine for me and as of Tuesday I'll also have moved in to my new home. Being so close to my folks and with Simba full-time again will be so good for me.
Hyperbaric treatments are going well. I'm managing the 2.5 hours of sitting and have met some lovely people. We chat pre and post treatment but once in the chamber when our helmets are on, conversations become reading and movie time. We have the option to wear head phones in our helmets to hear the movie which is a great way to pass the time. All the books and magazines I've been given and not able to read thus far will be read in chamber.
Every 30 minutes the helmet is removed for a 5 minute break. You can't leave the helmet on the entire time as it's too much direct oxygen. During this quick break I stand to stretch and give myself a quick break from sitting. Repeat 3 times and the session is over. It's called "diving", we go to certain depts of oxygen and back up with the idea of increased healing. One lady told me her hearing has come back dramatically over her 20 sessions thus far. These treatments don't make you feel strong like as an ox but instead sleepy and a little light headed.
I was at the Bryan Adams concert last night along with most of Vancouver. Since the age of 9 I've been to almost every show available to me in Vancouver or Calgary and each time I say he sounds better. 11 albums later he's still as Reckless as ever and sure brought me joy last night.
I had a panic attack leaving the arena as there were too many people for my liking. My long time friend Erynn had a host escort us in to a private washroom where she calmed me down as I waited for my folks and super bro. Looking back I should have left early but regret nothing. I had such a nice time but it's hard to recover. I struggled getting to sleep and have been laying down all day post chamber. I just tell myself, this too shall pass.
I'm now off to bed in a cozy bed c/o Candice as she sleeps on her couch so I can be comfortable. She continues to show me crazy acts of friendship more and more each day be it handling my tears or cooking me an awesome meal.
I'm a lucky gal having you all in my corner, I thank you!
XOXO
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