Laguna Beach was a world of difference from Indiana, but one thing remained the same: Mom had her lab in the basement. While the rest of the family was out taking in the local sights, I went downstairs, just to have a look around.
While I was having that look, an idea started forming in my mind, nurtured by Mom's words: It's because of a combination of chemicals that we are the way we are; if we change the chemicals, we can change ourselves.
I wasn't going into this blind, you understand: I had studied the various chemicals that went into over-the-counter treatments for some of my problems, so I knew what they were. I knew what hormones I wasn't producing enough of on my own, so I made sure to add them to the mix. And, okay, I threw in one or two things that I didn't completely recognize, just to have an even mixture. But I made sure everything was nontoxic; I wasn't completely crazy.
Once I was finished, I figured I had enough of my little formula to get me through a week. I measured out a small amount, and drank it.
Immediately, I became aware of a strange tingling sensation, beginning in my stomach and spreading outward throughout my body. I decided, if I was going to call this an experiment, I had better take notes on my reactions. Going back to my room, I brought a touchless thermometer and a blood pressure cuff. Sitting on my bed, I took my temperature, then put the cuff on my arm. My temperature, pulse, and blood pressure were all slightly elevated: not serious, but I ought to keep an eye on it.
Later, at suppertime, my appetite wasn't affected by my experiment; and, afterward, my vitals were back to normal. All in all, it looked like things were going to work out alright.