Left grip is 47 pounds (42, 47, 45), right grip is 97 pounds (92, 95, 97), left leg balance is 6.58 seconds, and inhale volume is 4600 mL.
Here's what I do: I take the antibiotic and most of my other supplement pills, then I take a shower, and then I take the probiotics (the good bacteria). My hope is that the killer wave that sweeps through my guts is then followed by a friendly wave. Then again, I wouldn't be surprised if my gut now sports good bacteria that are resistant to antibiotics.
Yesterday my son and I picked out some stepping stones for the dirt strip next to the driveway. There are twelve, and as I drove us home I played math games with him like "If there were twelve stones in two stacks of six in the cart, and I put them in three equal stacks in the trunk, how many stones are in each stack?" By the way, when you have an ALS-addled tongue, the forgoing is really hard to say. Then he helped me pick up the old, crumbling "stones" they used as decoration when selling the house to us. I laid out the new ones. Then (and here is the impressive part), later in the afternoon, I dug pits for four of them and sunk them in the hard wet black clay (so that some dufus with ALS would not trip on them). This was hard work. I was conscious, during the whole job, that I did have ALS and would have to be careful about this or that motion. But the thing that struck me, when I was done, was how little the ALS got in my way of doing this job. I know that this is subjective, and I'm glad to have the metrics to shade it with some reality, but for the past few weeks I have felt strong, able, and more hopeful and confident about the future than usual. Almost smug.
By the way, on February 20th I stopped taking creatine (as part of my three-weeks-on, one-week-off rotation. I have forgotten to resume it. Now I am kind of unsure whether I should. I mean, it does stress the liver, right? Maybe this good energy I am feeling is because my liver is happier now?