Although reluctant to start taking them again as I invariably end up looking like the Michelin man, it seems to be the only way I can deal with my autoimmune problems.
After a little over a week, they have kicked in and I feel like a cross between Usain Bolt and and the Brownlee brothers. My stamina knows no bounds. It’s only 10 o’clock. I have walked the dog and mowed the lawn. Quick caffeine fix before I slash and burn the dead bits in the garden.
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