Don’t get me wrong, Propecia has fucked me up good and proper. To be honest i don’t really know how i have got to where i am today although saying that, where i am today is nowhere special…it’s just kinda normal in the grand scheme of things. I have to force myself to do everything in life, everyday i just can’t really be assed to do anything but i get my ass out of bed and get to work, luckily i’m on the road alot and i don’t answer to a boss as such so i get away with being my half arsed self or skiving off here and there.
I fucking hate propecia, some of the more recent problems i’ve been having, say in the last 12 months are severe panic attacks, blood sugar issues… i nearly fainted whilst driving (it turns out these two are down to me burning my adrenal glands out, i realised i had severe adrenal fatigue last year when i had a bit of a nervous breakdown. I used to get by on a lot of coffee, it really helped me, i used it like an anti depressant, it made me feel kinda normal, i would get through a lot of caffeine (3 coffeeshop coffees) everyday cause it kept me ‘up’ and positive…but eventually my adrenal glands just could not take anymore and i’ve ended up with adrenal fatigue. Funnily enough this is another condition not currently recognised by the mainstream medical profession.)
So now i am stimulant free to be honest, which pretty much sucks balls! I miss all the vices i used to have and the endless mental and nervous energy i used in pursuing them. Anyway back to my more recent effects i’ve noticed…
Mental fog, i can be thinking about something, something i need to do, literally 1 second later it’s gone. A few weeks ago i was in a half asleep / awake state and i was trying to think of this person that i was thinking about and i couldn’t work out who this person was i was trying to think about for 5-10 seconds which is a long time inside your mind. That person was my girlfriend who i’ve been with for a few years. How could i possibly forget who this person is…even if only for a few seconds…scary stuff. Few days later i’m looking for a loaf of bread i’ve just bought, i find it half an hour later on top of a cupboard in the kitchen, how the fuck did it get up there!
Flutternig prostate, for the last few months my prostate flutters at various times of the day. i’ve always suffered prostate problems for the last 6-7 yrs since quitting propecia but now on top of that it flutters. Lke literally now whilst i am writing this it keeps fluttering, it’s a bizarre feeling and i can only describe it as fluttering.
Pain in my hip joint, when i do manage to drag my ass out for a run these days i have like a rhumatic pain in my hip. Right in the joint, when i open my hip joint up it clicks like crazy and i suppose this is the beginning of rhumatism/arthritis in my hip joint at 33…WTFuckingFuck.
Another thing i’ve had for years now since quitting is hair growth in all the wrong places, i tell you, if i didn’t shave i would have eyebrows like Brian Blessard, Nose hair and hairy ears like some sort of wolf man. I pulled an eyebrow out today which was over an inch long. wtfoookinfuck.
Life fucking sucks compared to life before propecia but i am one determined fucka. Tomorrow after doing fuck all exercise for a couple of months i will start on a new exercise plan, 20-30minutes per day, nothing too hectic, just toning and increasing fitness for a bit. I’ve just ordered some Vitamin D and Carlsons finest fish oil which i’m going to give a crack. I drink organic raw milk and eat as much organic food as possible, nothing in life can be 100% permanent, even if you only change something 1% in 12 months, it’s still changing for the better.
I refuse to give up. I’m trying to pick myself up and get cracking looking for a new job, something which uses my degree and at least puts me on a more prosperous path, but to be honest i just can’t be fucking arsed, i can’t be fucking arsed to do anything in life. Everydays a struggle… but not a struggle to live and breath just a struggle to do all the things that are expected of a 33year old who hasn’t won the lottery. I just want to fucking chill out and convalesce, get better slowly with diet, rest and exercise, live a life of leisure and personal hobbies and interests… but this fuckhole of a rat race gets in the way. It’s relentless and if i stopped working, i couldn’t afford the rent on our flat, and then what… I genuinely know what it feel like to be a man in his late 60’s and 70’s cause that’s how i feel in my 30’s.
So i will carry on working, and i will get that new job and keep trying to plod along in the right direction, tone up a bit and get in shape, go on holiday in the summer for 2 weeks in the sun, watch my dog grow up, love my girlfriend and look after her, do right by my family, keep trying to win poker tournaments, keep buying lottery tickets, keep on that positive path, keep fucking believing.
The world is finally catching up with what we’ve all known for years about Propecia. We’re not ‘mental’ and none of this is in our heads. This can only be a good thing. Things wil get better for us all, it’s just gonna take time, time is one thing we’ve all got a lot of.
Can’t wait for my next life though…and to feel the thirst again for a woman. Goodnight.