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.
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Date: 2005-06-16 01:29 pm (UTC)well...several, personally. i don't know why...but i had a really tough time with feeling like i was stabbing myself. i knew it didn't hurt that bad when someone else did it. so i didn't get why it as so hard to get the nerve to do it myself.
then someone told me that those shots were giving me everything i ever wanted...and that there are people who live in places where they can't do anything about our kind of situation...that it was just a shot and that i needed to buck up and do it. now...i generally have no respect for the person who said that to me...but for once something she said struck a chord.
not that i'm saying the same thing to you...i'm just saying something that helped me mentally. it somehow switched something to where i don't talk down to myself every time i do it...i look forward to it. each shot day that passes puts me further and further into my new life. the life that i wanted...the life i wish i could've started a long time before i did.
also...i switched to doing it in my butt. i had a lot of trouble with sore muscles in my leg. i sit in a kitchen chair and twist around and do it in my butt. you can't see as well...and that helps too. i learned that i can't watch it. i get in position...line it up...then turn my head away and push it in.
i still get a little nervous sometimes...but i don't shake or have any real trouble with it anymore. you'll get better.
Gunner
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Date: 2005-06-16 02:01 pm (UTC)I don't know if I could actually twist my fat ass around well enough to jab my butt though. Maybe after I lose a ton or two, but for right now the thigh will do. I don't actually have a problem with the injecting part, or even watching it. I just get a little shaky right before I actually jab the needle in. I guess it's just one of those things that'll get easier with time.
Thanks for sharing that with me though. I'll have to try and remember that.
Oh yeah, and you should move to Everett. *grin* No PNW bias here or anything.
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Date: 2005-06-16 02:14 pm (UTC)Even almost 4 years later...I STILL shake!!