Those protuberances from my neck connect to a Plasma Exchange machine, which is to a large degree purifying my blood stream around my entire body. I’ve had three such exhausting exchanges already, with two more to follow. Somehow this helps relay messages from my brain to the nerve ends, thereby ‘waking’ me up. The result is that my speech has already been restored, and I am making good progress in chewing and swallowing.
Getting those protuberances into an artery was the most painful and fraught experience of my life, and no joy for the brilliantly-professional nurse. But the effort was worth it.
Two sessions to go, then lots of physio - I’m using a Zimmer frame for walking - and more and more eating exercises - and three weeks from now I should be on my way home.
This portrait attempts to show the real me emerging from the patient garb, from my patient’s cell. I’m not out yet, but I’m on my way!