Hoping to postpone this pulse for a month, I was enjoying my newly resumed "winter schedule" of many fewer hours in the barn and my measured walks. Well, my body, particularly my legs, said "No you don't, not yet!". Yesterday, I took charcoal for the first time in a couple of months (!) but to no avail. My legs quietly spoke, though did not clamor as in the past, that I would ignore their demands at my peril, or at least my inconvenience. So, this morning I began pulse number 34, this time pure flagyl. I can't say I don't have anything against tini, but being of sounder mind than body at this time, I need what flagyl gives me - physical recovery.
Pulses 32 and 33 were:
#32 - 5 full days of tini which by day 5 had me rubber-legged though energetic. My back felt and sounded like a bag of wooden balls, well-oiled and rattling around as though their job were to make as much noise as possible. Not at all unpleasant, this was also a curiously clean feeling. My walking continued to deteriorate in the next week.