Yesterday was a REALLY bad day, but today I have risen to a new level. This is the 3rd day of my 30th pulse, 3 of tinidazole, but a primary "diet" of 27 of flagyli, which I have learned does not have to be capitalized because it will get you whether of not you pay it obeisance.
After a seemingly endless series of months (23) of this tortured protocol, I survived yesterday, even though at times I doubted I would, something ended and I came to the light at the end of a very long tunnel, and there was no train, but only sunshine and peace.
A few months ago I took tini for the first time and after 3 pulses of that my sleep very suddenly became normal, after many months, maybe years, of insomnia, helped by melatonini. It may have been coincidental. I had not needed melatonin for weeks and weeks until night before last when I began this pulse and revisited the land of insomniacs. There were a bunch of us there. Today I took my 1st flagyl of the day, 3rd day of my usual 5, and 40 minutes later I was not staggering or even very "weird", as I have always been. Now, three hours later, fortified by my peanut butter and jelly sandwich on double-fiber whole wheat bread, I am writing this and planning the rest of my day which includes "doing feet", something that never gets finished in a herd of livestock. The amazing part is that I can think of doing it during a pulse and alone. It is becoming more and more apparent that there are very sudden shifts (there's that word again) in our progress, even after 2 years. Many of us have had them - "Oh, I couldn't do that before!" but I did not expect to have one now.