_Magnesia carbonica
The ocean was deep green in colour, waves formed perfect barrels as they flipped over and then crashed. A surfer toyed its majesty. The young girl watched sat on the outcrop of rocks, yet seeing not a thing. Mag Carb was drowning in her own emotion, alone and forsaken An orphan, unloved, literally since birth. She lacked what should be every child's birthright; the protection of nurturing parents. To any keen observer she resembled a lost emaciated waif. Her skin, especially her face sadly disposed to boils was dry and scaly (and mucus membrane). Mag. Carb looked and was a weak, young girl. The weakness she especially felt in the mornings, oddly she felt worse after a good nights sleep and was more tired than when she lay down after a full day at night time. She exercised very little, and consequently she lacked muscle tone. She was starved of vitality and tended to live in a fog of depression, that, or a heightened state of irritability but she knew the irritability could be anti-doted by walking in the open air. Thankfully she realised she was better for that activity.
Mag Carb Materia Medica
Mag Carb Materia Medica