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Falling Between The Cracks.
Hello all,
I'm not exactly proud of my scattershot approach to self-improvement, but when people are desperate... well, they sometimes take questionable action.
My health is... afflicted. For over 20 years, I have experienced no appreciable recovery from injuries sustained in an automobile accident. It’s been pure misery. My heart, kidneys, vascular system, and brain have all suffered. I deal with memory and hormone impairments, intense joint and back pain, deteriorating vision, recent tooth breakdown despite great care, depression, a dulling of mental acuity, a degree of emotional volatility (prone to weeping), and no sex drive. Migraines are a thing and consistent low-grade pressure headaches are disorienting. The overall pain and collected injuries are debilitating.
Nobody has offered real help. To the very last dimwit in a lab coat, each medical professional has essentially said the same thing: take a host of BP meds (which I’ve never responded to), pain pills (which I am not fond of), antidepressants, and calcium. “Oh, and curcumin is supposed to be good...” Whatever.
The heart problem was never properly diagnosed, and my kidneys are apparently functioning at 80% and 65% effectiveness, respectively.
Mentally, most pathways remain clear, although I did lose my artistic ability—I was a painter and illustrator. No longer—that had faded within months of the crash. The light is still on, the pathways are largely intact, and my reason is sound. But... I suppose it’s simplest to say that there just isn’t much activity. There is almost no motivational impulse. I watch and register, but I don’t reflect. Head trauma from the accident resulted in flattening of the pituitary gland and damage to the hippocampus and hypothalamus. One assumes a causal relationship—who gets routine wellness brain scans, anyway? Much of this I remember only poorly, as I was half a zombie for the first 3 years after.
Eventually (many years later), I discovered that numerous symptoms could reasonably be linked to low testosterone caused by traumatic brain injury. When I finally addressed this, I began to feel like a man again. I became settled, calm, confident, less unfocused, and less pained. Motivation began to return. Unfounded fear and unease which had be creeping in diminished.
The best I’ve felt since the accident was came after I finally rolled my withering, 52-year-old self off my wallet and ordered a combination of Swiss and Next Chems products. I started exercising consistently—though not heavily, due to persistent injuries and extreme pain—but consistently. My belly tightened. My mind grew sharper (not keen, but sharper) despite enduring indescribable brain fog for two decades. My appetite decreased notably. I stopped snacking mindlessly. My limbs grew thicker, my strength increased significantly, and my endurance improved powerfully.
Not everything improved. My blood pressure has never normalized since the accident. However, while taking these supplements, it dropped to less dangerous levels, ranging from a horrifying 200/130-170 to a more survivable 155/115. Still in flux, but better.
Here’s exactly what I took over six months:
- Cardarine 10mg once per day
- Enclomiphene 12.5mg once per day
- Tadalafil 20mg twice per day
- Anastrozole 0.5mg twice per week
- Boron 15mg per day
- Caffeanine 200mg once or twice per day, as needed
- Vitamin C 4,000mg per day
- NSI-189 20mg per day
- Dihexa 5mg per day
- AC-262 10mg per day (for four months)
- Creatine (always—near-immediate benefits)
- Two one-a-day, comprehensive multivitamins and liquid mineral supplements
- Protein shakes twice per day, alongside 3-4 small to medium meals
- Occasionally, I also added oral and injectable BPC-157.
- Modafinil (ZERO EFFECT)
My weight didn’t vary much from 225 pounds. However, I went from a lean-limbed, wide-in-the-middle, metabolically challenged, hard middle-aged man humiliated by his reflection to someone who didn’t mind looking in the mirror. My arms and legs grew thicker and stronger. My chest became defined. My shoulders broadened—not from intense exercise, as my knees and shoulders are wrecked. Even brisk walking and reaching the top shelf remain painful, crunchy chores best avoided. I try not to climb stairs when others are watching. Yet my endurance was for miles of activity. Astounding.
Unfortunately, my long-running process of hair loss accelerated during this time, reaching its final fallout, supreme devolution—I’m a baldy. That’s life.
After discontinuing these substances due to financial hardship, I’ve found myself returning to pre-use conditions. When finances permit, I’ll absolutely resume consumption, likely exploring further options. Bottom line: without these substances, my quality of life is essentially nonexistent. With them, life began to open up to me again. Crippling pain diminished significantly. Motivation returned. Debilitating brain fog lifted somewhat, and I managed to write most of a novel. My perspective shifted—from idly eyeing life's exit door to contemplating my next challenge.
PEDs or no PEDs? No brainer.
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Falling Between The Cracks.
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