Suicide by…Mots-C
Let’s start this discussion with Friday last week….I took Mots-C for the first time that morning. A description from AI.
MOTS-c (Mitochondrial Open Reading Frame of the 12S rRNA Type-C) is a naturally occurring, 16-amino-acid peptide encoded within your mitochondrial DNA. It acts as an “exercise mimetic,” signaling cells to adapt to metabolic stress, improve insulin sensitivity, and shift toward fat oxidation. [1, 2, 3, 4, 5]
Key Details and Functions
Anti-Aging Research: It is widely studied in longevity and healthspan contexts because natural endogenous levels decline as humans age. [1]
Cellular Signaling: Unlike traditional hormones, it is produced directly by the mitochondria and travels to the cell’s nucleus to regulate gene expression during stress and fasting. [1]
Metabolic Benefits: Preclinical studies in mice suggest it can improve endurance, reverse insulin resistance, and protect against diet-induced obesity. [1, 2, 3]
Ok…so Friday I inject the Mots-C…the night before I had injected the blue stuff….no problems….an aside….
I go about my normal morning routine, and then I head out to the garage to work on the Cobra.
I took the mots at 6am. At 8:47 am I sent Slab a text saying the mots had an affect, possibly raising my anxiety…I said something was different, maybe elevated pulse and BP. I went inside, tested my BPO which was elevated, pulse normal, and went back to work in the garage, tested again after an hour, just slightly elevated…seemed ok….
Yesterday I take the mots again….6am…..ish…maybe later…before 9am for sure…..
I know I was feeling off pretty soon afterwards. I started making breakfast….
….while making eggs! I had a morbid feeling, and I immediately attributed it to Mel….I think I was feeling terrible, and the thought that I might be in some trouble led me there.
I made 2 slices of toast with my eggs, something I wouldn’t normally do, but I thought the carbs might help settle me….
I’m spiralling at this point…I finish writing the 3-week-long manblog….later in the day, several people will check in on me to see how I’m doing…I didn’t feel the manblog was that negative, but since it’s just a flow of thoughts onto the keyboard…the part I wrote that morning would be off.
I was really feeling bad and searching myself for a reason….I am usually sensitive to changes in my anxiety and always seek the source so that I can rationalize out of any negativity….
And during this time, I know I have a proposal to finish…mentally I’m scrambled eggs and I stuff my breakfast of that exact thing into me to attempt to level out….
….crashing….it gets worse….dizzy…racing heart, mind, body….I’m stuck in a whirlwind but still trying to get a few things done.
………I get in the truck to take myself to the ER….no kidding…..I’m laughing right now because if you knew me, the idea that I would drive myself to the hospital is ridiculous. Dead, they would have to fight me to get me there….but here I am, on my way to the hospital and find the ability to talk myself out of it….
Shit…I can’t waste hours at the hospital…I have shit to do!
Also, during this time, I have a kid here I’m trying to hide from while still being a parent….I have 3 or 4 fed ex drops….and a frigin proposal for 400 kitchens to complete…..
I figure….I’ll try to lie down…if I can muster a nap, I will wake up later fine…and be refreshed….be able to get the proposal done.
So I get into bed and read for a bit….I have no idea what time it is….oh…looking at texts, it’s almost 4pm…
To be clear….since 9am I have been thinking I’m going to die….so it’s 4pm, I pick up my book in bed, read for a bit, and decide I will close my eyes….one problem…..
My face is numb….my feet are numb….they are like ice cubes….I’m freaking out…..
I decide to get up and walk the loop, and off I go in 30-degree heat to get some blood flowing and warm the F up….
I walk 3 k and then go to the grocery store for some fruit…eat that….and what….ordered indian for dinner….
I’m starting to come around…my anxiety is down….I eat…and I pound out about 90% of the proposal….I finished the rest of it this morning….I’ve been up since 4am.
How am I feeling today….I think I am still a bit off this morning….yes….my lower legs feel cold…like calves down…tingly…my hand a bit also…..
BP readings
1. 156/89 pulse 56
2. 152/91 pulse 58
3. 155/89 pulse 57
Frig, I haven’t seen numbers like that in over a year…
Did I have a heart attack yesterday? I don’t know…..
Am I an idiot for not going to the hospital yesterday? Most likely….
Sadly, I am not going to stop taking peptides…I will NOT take mots-c again.
I’m going to be good to myself the next few days and see how I feel. I will keep tracking my BP and how I am feeling.
The Quote of The Day
“The Edge… There is no honest way to explain it because the only people who really know where it is are the ones who have gone over.”
― Hunter S. Thompson
I’ve quoted Thompson many times here, a hero of mine since youth….
We shall see how it goes.
To close out today’s manblog, I hope I don’t make Mel’s wish for my death come true….but damnit….I was worried I was going to make her day! I’m not quite right at this moment….but it’s early.
Long Live Living…….
