Well, the second self-inflictedadminstered shot is in. How many shots did you guys give yourselves before the nerves, shaking hands (not a good thing when you have a sharp object poised over your thigh!), and racing pulse stopped?
I had my first follow-up with the doc. She didn't run any bloodwork, just asked how things were going. I told her they were going good, at least for the first week after the shot. The second week I have a real strong feeling like I need to do another, and my energy levels drop off. She said we'd just continue on how we were going, and see how things went. Meh, figures.
However, there will be one big change, starting after I haul my carcass out of bed tomorrow afternoon. She prescribed me Zyban, and the clinic pharmacy gave me 2 weeks worth of free nicotine patches. That's right boys, girls, and assorted others, I've basically been ordered to quit smoking. This oughtta be interesting. I'm supposed to start the pills, then quit the cancer sticks in 2 weeks and start the patches. Once I'm out of those, it should be a month from now, when she wants to see me again. Most likely to follow up on the whole smoking thing, but I'll be sure to bring up any T issues that crop up between now and then.
Mary's having issues with the idea of me quitting though. She seems to think that I'm going to become a raving bitch (her words). I hope to hell not. I haven't become some moody teenager with the T, in fact I find that I'm a bit mellower. Hopefully that will contribute to a better mood while quitting.
The good news in all of this is the doc tells me people who quit while taking these pills tend to be able to kick the habit without gaining weight. This is a very good thing. I don't have any room left for gaining any more weight. I'm 5'8", 245. That's plenty big enough.
I'll do an update to the website, probably tomorrow night. I'll try and get a voice clip, especially since I didn't get one in for the last update. I really wish life wouldn't intrude on my...well...life.
And now back to Monty Python and the Meaning of Life.
I had my first follow-up with the doc. She didn't run any bloodwork, just asked how things were going. I told her they were going good, at least for the first week after the shot. The second week I have a real strong feeling like I need to do another, and my energy levels drop off. She said we'd just continue on how we were going, and see how things went. Meh, figures.
However, there will be one big change, starting after I haul my carcass out of bed tomorrow afternoon. She prescribed me Zyban, and the clinic pharmacy gave me 2 weeks worth of free nicotine patches. That's right boys, girls, and assorted others, I've basically been ordered to quit smoking. This oughtta be interesting. I'm supposed to start the pills, then quit the cancer sticks in 2 weeks and start the patches. Once I'm out of those, it should be a month from now, when she wants to see me again. Most likely to follow up on the whole smoking thing, but I'll be sure to bring up any T issues that crop up between now and then.
Mary's having issues with the idea of me quitting though. She seems to think that I'm going to become a raving bitch (her words). I hope to hell not. I haven't become some moody teenager with the T, in fact I find that I'm a bit mellower. Hopefully that will contribute to a better mood while quitting.
The good news in all of this is the doc tells me people who quit while taking these pills tend to be able to kick the habit without gaining weight. This is a very good thing. I don't have any room left for gaining any more weight. I'm 5'8", 245. That's plenty big enough.
I'll do an update to the website, probably tomorrow night. I'll try and get a voice clip, especially since I didn't get one in for the last update. I really wish life wouldn't intrude on my...well...life.
And now back to Monty Python and the Meaning of Life.