Today I am eighty days post twenty-six day flagyl pulse and though I have not been around the world, I feel as though I have climbed my share of mountains. I was going to do another long pulse in January but have postponed it for two reasons: the first reason is that I have noticed, as have many of us, that the longer and more intense the pulse, the longer the recovery. It has been no exception with this extended (for me) one. I find this as a signpost for us - don't feel that "this is not working" if you choose to go outside the boundaries of the written protocol. This applies with the regular protocol, also, especially early on when this foe is lining up its defenses. We are writing in blood the new rules.
No blowouts this time and our faithful diesel cruised to the show. But the fair people had forgotten to stop the entries at the usual limit of 300 goats, so we were crowded at 480. We have French Alpines and the basic Alpine philosophy is that the last one left standing is the winner so we were very busy with keeping everyone occupied with something to do. Treats, new hay often, back scratches, peanuts, and for the really determined basher, a little water in the face - the penultimate insult.
This is another of those combined blogs, one by author, one by proxy, two by confusion, too confusing? Not for us. We know how to deal with the confusing, the confused, and the unexpected: give flagyl.
But a Daisy will do very, very well. This is at Daisy's request and has been on my mind since she asked. I realized it will be long and will need almost daily editing as I think of more improvements, so please forgive me if I bring it up too many times. Just tell me to stop and I will. Daisy asked me to enumerate in one post the improvements since I began this incredible journey. First was return of energy, not all at once but when you are starting from near zero, ANY feels really good. Now my bladder works on demand, though it took a long time.