Well, been taking the stuff since March, up to 3mg per day and I'm startled.
Each day, instead of thinking 'oh, I just can't...' be bothered to wash up, do a bit of dusting, continue to paint my fish pictures, attend to the garden, water the plants, have a shower, get dressed, make something to eat, get a drink, have a pooh, read a book, do a bit of ironing, take the dogs for a little walk, go upstairs to put makeup on to go out, go out, blah blah blah, I now find that I've hauled my still-fat a**se out of the chair and that I'm actually doing x, y and z. I find myself surprised that I don't feel as leaden, exhausted, flat, dull, despondent, zonked, zombified and out-of-it as I did, and I'm surprised by my surprise at noticing little improvements daily, as opposed to feeling defeated daily by what I can't do.
My energy levels are slowly rising. Mind you, my stamina is non-existent, and I'm very weak; I sleep for maybe an hour and a half to two hours after a little walk with the dogs but, once a week or so, I reckon that's a reasonable trade-off for my poor body to begin to be remember how to move at all after nearly 10 years of completely disabling illness passed of as "well, it's ... your age/Fibro/CFS/thyroid problems/but TSH is in range/becuase your TSH is too low/b-off and leave us alone you heartsink hypochondriac" from all manner of medics. Still transposing letters though!
Having said that my mind is sharpening too. I still have moments when I wonder if it's Alzheimer's or ME/CFS, like dropping one of the kitchen pens into the utensil holder rather than the pen mug, but these are becoming less frequent, as are the number of my husband's standard reply of "have you tried the fridge" when I ask him where the hell are the keys/dog leads/keys/my phone/keys/my handbag/glasses/keys/dogs. I am remembering where I put the bl***y things in the first place. I find myself walking into one room to stand there wondering what the hell I went in for in the first place quite rarely now! Word-finding problems are becoming far less frequent too and when I do fade, especially when I've overdone it, which is all the time (like I've stumbled out of imprisonment in an oubliette - feel the need to keep moving) if I wait the words come back. Oubliette defeated me, though - mustn't get too cocky!
And this is an important point for me - the ME/CFS nurse, a lovely woman with a fine moustache, was very reassuring about it not being Alzheimer's, explaining that the low availability of energy causes the brain to shut down some of its activities, like attentiveness to extraneous detail, so that I actually didn't notice where I put things as opposed to forgot where they were. Big difference. And very comforting.
My pain is down, and here's the thing; I don't have hypoglycaemic attacks - at all. I'm not wanting to stuff my face with carbs all the time so the cycle is broken. Now then. Spot the interesting potential in that one.