The following is a true story.
On the morning of Christmas Eve 2003 I awoke with a terrible pain in my stomach. At first I thought it was just indigestion but as I tried to sit up I was overcome by a terrific wave of nausea. I also found that I had great difficulty in breathing as something seemed to be pressing against my lungs. Janey called our doctor who luckily was in his surgery. He came, examined me and called an ambulance.
I arrived in hospital and a x-ray showed I had a blocked intestine. Various tubes were shoved down my throat (through my nose) to try to clear the blockage but with no success. The only alternative was an operation.
On Christmas morning while being wheeled out of the theatre after my operation I had a heart attack!
Fast forward 5 days and Brigid, my nurse, is taking my temperature. She discovers that it is abnormally high. Then she takes my blood pressure and finds that reading abnormal also.
I have all the signs of a virus!
Brigid tells me that the only way to kill the virus is by giving me a dose of antibiotics. This news does not please me at all, knowing what antibiotics can do to the gut: destroying the good as well as the bad bacteria. And the side effects…either constipation or violent diarrhoea, neither of which I needed just then as I was still wired up to a heart monitor and a pain killing drip.
But the good news, as far as I was concerned, was that we’d need the cardiac Doctor’s signiture and he wasn’t due to see me until 10am the following morning. It was now 6pm so I had 16 hours to try to kill the virus with the power of visualisation!
Do any of you remember an oscar winning movie called “Fantastic Voyage”? The story was about a scientist who has defected from Soviet Russia with very important information but who is shot in an attempted assassination.
The only way the US military can save his life is to miniaturize a submarine containing a team of surgeons and inject it into his blood stream. For the rest of the plot see here Fantastic Voyage but beware spoilers!
I decided to visualise a Pod. And in this pod I put, who else, but Harrison Ford and Sean Connery – Indiana Jones and his father Dr Henry. The pod was miniaturized to the size of a pill which I swallowed and sent the guys down into my stomach.
I visualised my virus as big, blackish, greeney red and slimy, clinging to the wall of my damaged stomach and eating away at my wound.
I watched as the guys opened the pod door and imagined I could feel a faint tickle in my stomach as they stepped down. I saw them attach a long tube, like a firehose, to the end of the pod and aim it at the virus. Suddenly a huge jet of yellow creamy liquid shot out of the tube and as it hit the virus it very quickly turned to a foam. Soon the thing was totally covered in the foam and I could see it heaving underneath as it slowly froze to death. After a few minutes there was no more movement.
I saw Harrison aim the hose again. This time it released a great jet of air which blew away all the foam leaving what now resembled a sheet of rough black glass still attached to the wall of my stomach.
I now visualised Harrison and Sean attacking the thing with ice picks. And as they hacked I saw great cracks appearing in the frozen mass. Suddenly I heard Sean shout “get back” and we watched as the mass shattered and crashed to the floor of my stomach. Then I heard Harrison telling Sean to “get the gun”.
I saw Sean lift what looked like a small metal tube and aim it at the broken black mass. But instead of firing bullets the tube produced a stream of light and I watched the mass slowly melt, run down my stomach in a tarry stream and disappear down my gut.
When I last saw the guys they were back in the pod. However, the thought of how I would get them back outside my body was too much for me and I fell into an exhausted sleep.
At 6am I was awoken by Celine, my night nurse. I lay there watching her prepare her instruments. First she took my temperature, looked at the reading but said nothing. Then she took my blood pressure and again she made no comment. I couldn’t stand the tension any longer and trying to sound as laid back as I could I asked her if the readings were okay.
Celine in her soft Irish voice said “Oh they’re both fine. Sure we’ll have you up and home in a few days”.