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Deanna Protocol Progress

On the average, I take 35 pills per day to follow the Deanna Protocol.  This includes chalky pills, vegetable capsules, and sublingual tablets.  This does not count the nine doses of Arginine Alpha Ketogluterate (AAKG) that I take mixed into fruit juice three times per day.  This is Day 18 on the Protocol and I'm doing much better at taking the hourly dosage of Alpha Ketoglutaric Acid (AKG) and getting the benefit of reduced fasciculations.  This is what I've been waiting for.

No sooner did I type the last paragraph when my middle finger on the right hand went into a rapid fasciculation and hammered my wireless mouse for a few seconds.  Admittedly, I got up very late this morning and started my supplement routine hours in arrears.  Also, as I recall, my fingers first stopped extending, then upon forcing an extension, they would trigger.  Next they spread from each other and would tremble and/or twitch.  I'm hoping the isolated fasciculation (or muscle twitch) is a step back in the right direction as it was mostly diminished, weakened, and uncontrollable.

Additionally, the cramps in my calves, feet, and the backs of my thighs have been relieved thanks to my massage therapist and the skillful application of manual ligament therapy.  My pectoral muscles were released allowing my arms to open more fully enabling me to backwards grab onto the pool rim to lift my legs to work on my diminishing core musculature.  These developments are such a thrill!

Also my gait has improved and I am using my cane a bit less.  However, I get a little tippy as evening nears and my husband worries.  I must admit that my hands and wrists are a bit weaker as it was difficult to work the foam barbells underwater with my right hand during water aerobics.
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