Jan 11, 2009 was a day of celebration followed by several months of very near (old) normalcy. I had done four years and four months of protocol and finished with weeks of the supreme test. Confidence and well-being reigned.
Then - in the way known to each of us - the stealthy creeping began - a little fatigue (it was the middle of kidding season), a little functional deficiency (it was the middle of kidding season and LOTS of hard work), some brain fog and lots of fatigue and foot drag (it was the middle of kidding season - though approaching the end - lots of hard work, long hours, and clipping and packing for the show).
Something is going on. We veterans can fill in the blanks - I AM NOT DONE! My protocol now is from the original horse and includes all the supplements: I am for six months on basically the original. It is Doxycycline, 100 mg bid; Rifampin, 300 mg bid; Amoxicillin, 500 mg bid; Azithromycin, 250 mg MWF; flagyl 500 mg bid.
Yesterday, several days after beginning the whole thing, I spent the day as a zombie - the culmination of several days of almost-zombiehood. Today is much, much better. I compared it to a trash crew strike: the trash accumulated in the streets, the strike ended, the crew came yesterday, and now there is only the usual amount. BUT - with the environment being improved and recycling coming into full swing, there will soon be NO trash being deposited - at least that is the six month plan of total extermination of these incredibly crafty creatures. Where were they hiding? They wasted no time, the few that were left, in setting up their little factories and spewing out their poison. I could feel it coming - we here learn to listen to our bodies - in the end that will save us.
For the last week, I was afraid the whole six months was going to be like the first few days; now I realize I have not regressed four and a half years but caught this very, very early. Already I am back physically and mentally to where I was in January. I can do this.