I am writing this laid inside a large inflated plastic coffin being pumped with oxygen-rich air in the hope it will help with my drive to improve energy levels and drive.
It’s an odd sensation not dissimilar to coming in to land on a long haul flight, only not having to place trays in an upright position or try to put my shoes back on in a cramped space.
They give you some sweets to suck on to minimise the discomfort in the ears, otherwise it is just a case of whiling away an hour zipped into a tube in the side room of a pharmacy in Upper Hutt.
I have no idea if I will get out with a renewed sense of purpose and vigour or a slight headache, only time will tell. In the meantime I will suck in another sweet and ponder the universe for a while.