Today’s gonna be a good good day!
I have a lot to do today and I am anxious to get started. It’s only 5:40 in the morning and I’m wide awake. Today will be my fifth hyperbaric treatment. Everybody asks me what it’s like. It’s kind of hard to describe, but I’ll try.
Imagine a fancy tanning bed. Everyday at 2:00 p.m. I get up onto a gurney and I’m rolled into a big plastic chamber. For an hour, I lie down and try to stretch the left side of my body to get it working again. There is a TV on if I want to watch it, otherwise I’m just lying there, breathing pure oxygen for an hour. It has started to dry out my face. My skin is very dry and gross. It doesn’t hurt, yawning gets old, but other than that, it’s just a fancy nap time. I have 35 more treatments after today. I’ll be done sometime by the end of February.
It has now been over 3 weeks since I have been able to really move my left arm and leg like normal. I am still mad at what happened. I don’t want to spend a lot of time trying to figure out why or how it happened. I just want to use my arm again.
I am supposed to have a physical therapy evaluation today. I am still waiting for my appointment time. We are going to try a stim (stimulation) treatment (a machine that will shock my muscles to see if they will move at all). I am very anxious to try.
My good church community has a meal schedule for me so I am well loved and well fed for the next couple of weeks.
I am still having a hard time trying to be patient. My arm is very heavy and I am tired of walking around like a zombie, but I still think it’s going to be a good, good day.
Dictated by Carina, Typed by Lesley.
