Rescued and Remedied
Well, I am down 3 pounds today, which isn’t surprising considering the monstrous hunger ravaging my insides yesterday. But the remarkable thing is that as soon as I took a drop of my wonderful new sublingual elixir, the hunger vanished. Poof! I was amazed. Credits for divining the mixture go to Erilyn, an RN on one of the yahoogroups boards. I’ll post the recipe here for those interested:
1 vial Rescue Remedy (from natural foods store) - comes in 10ml size, $10
1 empty amber glass dropper vial - $1.75
1 syringe & needle - must be at least 5ml (came with kit from hcgsupplies.com)
5000IU HCG - dpending on where you get it, ~$20 a box
Peace of mind - PRICELESS
1. Put the cat/dog/child outside.
2. Using the syringe, draw up 5ml Rescue Remedy and put it into the empty amber vial.
3. Break open the HCG ampoule. For a perfect shatterless break, get one of these babies. They’re so fun. I wish I had a job just breaking ampoules with this thing.
4. Put a couple of drops of RR into the HCG powder and swish it around so it dissolves.
5. Draw up the liquid HCG mixture and put it into the RR bottle. If you had another ampoule of HCG, you could mix that up and pour that in the other amber vial and then freeze it or give it to a loved one who wants to shed a few with you.
6. 1 drop of the mixture = 30iu. I put 5 drops under my tongue, and I think that was the magic number for me. I was able to hold it there for a good 45 minutes, though I think 15 is fine.
I don’t know why the sublingual Pregnyl works and the intramuscularly injected Gonakor from Mexico didn’t. There is some discrepancy whether or not it’s made from human or animal source, or even doctored up in a lab somewhere. My box of HCG from drugdelivery.ca is written in Turkish, but nowhere does it say anything like ‘humana’ or however you say ‘human’ in Turkish, next to koryonik gonadotropini. So it could well be synthetic, and when we’re talking urine maybe that’s not such a bad idea. Someone told me that Mexican drugs are sometimes cut with fillers like drywall. Maybe that’s why the injection didn’t work. This whole secretive drama, complete with drugs, syringes, pregnancy tests and trying ardently to lose weight is so like high school. If I did have drywall in my veins yesterday, I should think I would have felt…uh….plastered. Yeah, couldn’t resist.
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