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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."

Just Imagine.

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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.
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3/22/2004

Without my glasses, I'm blind as a bat. If I take them off and try to read words on the monitor, I have to practically jam my nose up against the screen, otherwise it's just a giant blur. I'm sure 90% of the people out there know what it's like...

And I like to swim--but swimming requires the removal of the glasses in order to put the swimming goggles on, which means I can barely tell if there's anyone in the lane next to me. I can see the giant blue line at the botton of the lane, but that's about it.

So...I decided to get contacts. It works really well; since I wear goggles they don't float right out of my eyes while I'm swimming, and I can see where other people are in the pool (which helps if I get stuck in the shallow end and am waiting for a lane to open up.) There is a downside to good vision in the YMCA swimming pool.

It's filthy. I mean, I knew it wasn't the cleanest pool in the world, but now that I can see fairly well under water, I'm really grossed out. There are little splotches of dirt accumulating in various places on the bottom of the pool, there's gunk floating through the water, something unidentifiable in between the tiles that make up the giant blue line... Completely icky.

I really would like to find another pool to swim in, but since we're only going to be here for another 8 months or so, I may be stuck. Stuck and really grossed out.

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3/13/2004

My instruction on how to inject myself with HGH came from the Spouse Thingy; I could have gone to a how-to clinic at the base hospital, but was never pressured to, presumably because he could show me what to do, where to do it, etc.

One thing he mentioned was to pull back on the syringe after injecting it and look for blood; you don’t want blood, you’re not supposed to inject HGH into the blood stream.

So I did that…every time, for nearly a year. The other day I finally pulled back and the syringe filled with blood…and it occurred to me, I’d never asked what to do if that happened. Pull it out and move it? Toss the whole thing out and start over? Inject it anyway? He wasn’t home to ask, and I wasn’t about to get on the phone to the Nurse’s Hotline with a needle hanging out of my arm.

I pulled it out and moved it over half an inch and injected it anyway, figuring that’s my own blood, so no harm, no foul. And one screwup was probably not the end of the world.

I asked him a couple of days later; I did the right thing. Lesson learned: when presented with “you don’t want this to happen,” find out what to do if it does happen.

I can hear you all from here…“well…duh!”

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3/02/2004

I’m still achy, but it’s not intolerable; I hit the pool today and swimming didn’t bother me at all. If anything, I felt better when I was in the water.

Well, I felt better until this old guy got into the lane next to me; guys, seriously, make sure your shorts fit, ‘cause no one wants to see your nads fall out, not even under water.

I also got on the scale this morning and am down a few pounds. Last week I started eating according to the glycemic index, and it seems to be working. I’m not going to shout hallelujahs just yet, but those are pounds that wouldn’t budge for anything else.

It’d be wild if it turned out to be this simple…

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