Showing posts with label liquid oxygen. Show all posts
Showing posts with label liquid oxygen. Show all posts

Saturday, 19 March 2011

Lent discipline.

This year's Lent Breakfast series in Balsall Common is on Wellbeing and so far we have heard from a respiratory consultant from the local hospital and a retired psychologist who is also a local preacher. In the Elmdon circuit some of the churches are having a sermon series based on the York course, "A Rich Inheritence" and at Dorridge we are following this up with bible study each Wednesday. This week I had Lent Breakfast last Saturday, sermon on the Holy Spirit on Sunday, housegroup on Tuesday (we are also studying A Rich Inheritence but without the sermon series) and then bible study at Dorridge on Wednesday.  I could also have taken part in Solihull Methodist's bible study as I usually go to Space there on a Thursday morning but Holly came home on Wednesday evening ready for going camping with Misbourne this weekend so I stayed at home with her and while she was home I took her with me to aquafit on Friday to take some pictures of me with my oxygen.


My oxygen sits in a plastic box to stop the case getting wet!


I cannot move too far but I can do all the exercises
 I am trying to cut down on cakes and snacks for Lent and eat more fruit instead - losing weight and exercising will hopefully stop my knees hurting. Aquafit is good because the water takes the strain off my knees.

Wednesday, 15 December 2010

Memories are made of this.

Watching a couple of programs I recorded last week on folk dancing - Come Clog Dancing and Still Folk Dancing. Brings back memories of my time in Petticoats Lost, a female morris dance side based in Thame, Oxfordshire, and makes me want to learn clog. We used to dance at various pubs through the summer and practise in Thame during the winter. The summer after Holly was born (and I was diagnosed with LAM), I danced at Leveller's Day in Burford and I think that was the last time I danced :(
The problem now is that I am on liquid oxygen and if I jig up and down it sloshes around in the backpack and freezes in the outlet tubes thereby stopping the flow. I don't think I could manage morris any more but clog (as opposed to clog morris) might be possible as the upper body stays stiller. Rapper (double-handed swords) looks fun but my backpack might get caught up when threading.
I do still have my tankard and the leather strap to attach it to me while I dance.


Dancing at Ye Olde Leathern Bottle at Lewknor - I'm 2nd from right