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.
Finally, a break in the rain yesterday, so I was able to get out and ride for a little while. This area has an abundance of bike trails, so there’s always someplace to ride; instead of getting on the end of the trail closest to my house (lots of hills, and I was in a wimpy mood yesterday) I tossed the bike (well, gently) in the back of the truck and drove about five miles away to use the relatively flatter end of this trail.
There’s only one small hill on that end, and a lengthy stretch of sloping trail. I parked near the Fairborn YMCA and got onto the trail there, then rode back and forth between the Y and a major intersection about 2 miles down the trail. All in all I did a little less than 7 miles. I honestly could have gone longer, but a cramp in my calf suggested otherwise, and I’m still not sure where my absolute limit is. I don’t want to be 2 miles from the truck and not be able to get back.
Seven miles doesn’t sound like much on a bike, but dang, that’s a whole lot farther than I ever dreamed I’d be able to ride.
I have had some minor pain lately; mostly lower back pain, but it’s nothing I give much thought to. I suspect it’s because of the way I’ve been sleeping lately—basically pinned to the mattress by the cat, who has decided I make a mighty fine bed.
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