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Gains and Losses on the Protocol

Day 25 on the Deanna Protocol and there are gains and losses. In the 'Gain' column is moderate strength increase in my right hand, wrist, and arm. I have more energy on a daily basis as naps are infrequent and I can stay awake messing with my iPad until late into the night. I have had some strong walking days when I've left my cane behind and walked in a more normal heel toe manner leaving behind my lumpy duck walk. I even had a couple of dancing days.

In the 'Loss' column is that fasciculations continue and my left hand, arm, and fingers are weakening. Walking is also in my losses as some days I have really limped and staggered although, I suspect that is attributable to energy dips due to menstruation. (Yeah, I still do that.). I have also neglected my water aerobics since I am unable to deal with tampons. That's got to be affecting my mobility adversely.

I have yet to work out the Glutathione IV and we just realized that I'm not getting full dosage on the Ubiquinol COQ10. Additionally, it is very difficult for me to keep up on the hourly doses of AKG. At this point, any failure has to be attributed to me as I am responsible to follow the protocol as directed.

Also, let it be known that there is illness in my household as my husband caught some bug and is battling fever spikes and cold-like misery. I think my immune system is being taxed as a result. Let's hope that I don't get it and that my sole caregiver gets over it.

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