It was a dark and stormy day in Melbourne. Dark and stormy days are my favourite. It freshens the air and cleanses the ground. The weather is irrelevant to my job. Unless there is a risk of death from going outside, I work. So even though the rain was pouring and the clouds hung low, I had to get Michael to his hyperbaric oxygen therapy in Melbourne. I picked him up half an hour earlier than usual because I thought the rain might delay us. He appreciated my forethought. Michael does not like being late. For three years I had been taking him to hyperbaric oxygen therapy sessions, I believe they help and so does he. I have looked into getting a portable hyperbaric chamber so we can do the treatments at home. He doesn’t really have the space for it at his current place but I think when he moves it would be a good idea. Doctors have suggested continued oxygen therapy is our best course of action. His activity levels are steadily improving but whenever I try to talk to him about other measures he zones out. Michael isn’t a great listener, I think that’s why he likes going into the hyperbaric chamber. It is a solitary space, no one can bother him or interfere. He sits, listens to music, occasionally reads and enjoys the peace. I think he finds the same comfort in it than I do in the rain and dark clouds. There is an isolation to bad weather that thrills and calms me all at once. We got there in time and Michael was pleased to see his doctor, he is normally not as chirpy. We briefly discussed getting a portable hyperbaric chamber at home but Michael brushed it off again and clearly did not want to talk about the move.