Thumper tries HGH for Fibromyalgia symptoms... film at 11
Fibromyalgia is Latin for "Holy Frijole, everything on me freaking hurts." Or something like that...
Still...there are no whiners here.
Imagine...
...having a Charlie horse--all over your body.
...having the flu--all the time.
...feeling like you've been backed over by a tractor...every single day.
...waking up and being afraid to step out of bed because you know--without a doubt--that when your foot hits the floor, a knife will cut through your body, and the feeling won't stop.
...not being able to sleep.
...fatigue seeping from every pore of your body, running in thick rivers that pool at your feet like concrete shoes.
...feeling like every muscle in your body is on fire, and nothing will put it out.
...feeling like you're about to come apart at the seams--and your doctor tells you it's "All In Your Head."
One of the theories about Fibromyalgia Syndrome is that there may be an endocrinological base--that the pain associated with FMS may exist because of a lack of, or the body's inability to use existing supplies of, Growth Hormone.
On June 26, 2002, I had a tumor removed from my pituitary gland; this tumor left me with diabetes insipidus, premature menopuase, and as discovered recently, a lack of Growth Hormone.
The problem is, no one knows how long the tumor was there, and no one knows whether or not I was deficient in Growth Hormone prior to developing the tumor.
Because of some of the studies regarding Fibromyalgia--something I have lived with since January 1997--and Human Growth Hormone, I have opted to give HGH replacement a try. It may be a way to work past the pain of FMS, a way to build lean muscle mass, lose body fat, and hopefully, offer measureable hope to recovery.
This blog will chronicle my progress, or lack of it. I will include details of how it makes me feel, the exercise routines I will use to help speed up loss of body fat, dietary changes, and any changes in body shape and pain reduction.
If stress can set off an FMS flare, and if my FMS is truly not under control, then I'm going to have one hell of a flare-up soon. I fully expect to wake up tomorrow aching from head to toe. It might not be FMS; it might just be a broken heart.
Our sweet, goofy Golden Retriever, Hank, died today. It was expected, yet not. He was only twelve and a half years old; old for a big dog, but not old enough for us to be fully ready for it.
I still plan on hitting the pool tomorrow and swimming, but we'll see how far I get. Between a shoulder that's giving me hell (not FMS related, more old martial-arts injuries related) and losing him, I'm not going to beat myself up if I don't hit 100 laps.
Real life sucks sometimes.
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