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.
I hit 100 lengths of the pool today; it took about an hour and seventeen minutes, and I was pretty drained by that last lap, but I did it. I went in thinking 80 again, but I hit 80 and still had juice left, so I kept going. At 90 I was thinking I felt pretty good still; at 95 I was thinking “please, God, let me do five more…” When my energy drained, it went quick.
I realized, too, that I don’t remember the last time I did any weight training. I’ve been so focused on getting into the pool and seeing how many laps I can do and if I can do at least 2 more than the time before that I sort of forgot about the weights. I’m not sure when I’ll get back to them, either… I figure if I’m having a really good time swimming, then I’ll keep at it, and not let going to the Y turn into a chore.
Besides, there’s this creepy guy who likes to stare… if I skip the pool for weights, he’ll be awfully disappointed.
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