I don’t know how high my numbers are. I asked but forgot to write them down. They took 500ccs of blood and they said I’d need several of those because it’ll only drop about 3 points off my hemoglobin and hematocrit per 500ccs. I don’t care what people think. Yes, blah blah I’m dying tomorrow. Heard that for years from every doctor. Bring it on!
This surgeon is the first doctor i like. He knew it was just from AAS. He didn’t judge. He wants to help me even if i take AAS. He wanted to just drain out every bit of blood into a container in the pre-op room but fucking Obama and all the stupid new regulations say only a special group they outsource can come and take a maximum of 500ccs once I’m admitted to the hospital which is a minimum of a thousand dollars. I asked my surgeon to be my primary care physician but he said that’s not his expertise. I finally found a cool doctor. He would have done the surgery but the anesthesiologist said no way. I really had a bad feeling about her anyway, like i would die if she was in charge.
I can’t say if i feel better physically after the blood draw because I’m pissed off they kept me there 16 hours just to take blood. I got home at 2am. This will cost me thousands of dollars because my shitty blue cross insurance that costs $700/month has a $5,900 deductible. Anyway, there must be a strong correlation between super thick blood and high blood pressure. I went in with bp of around 160/110. After the blood draw it was 145/84. It’s 4:30am and i can’t sleep. I took a Percocet but i swear my sciatica hurts more now. Wtf???
I was able to walk further today without crutches so we’ll do an epidural injection most likely Thursday since surgery isn’t an option. Maybe God will have mercy on me and it’ll work. My left leg no joke is the size of my shrunken arms now. The funny thing is i kind of don’t want to take AAS again. I can actually go all day without urinating as opposed to ever hour of two. My heart feels better. But my dick is a limp noodle. I think i can pull off the Rambo III look naturally. The skin on my stomach looks like it needs to be trimmed off after dropping so much weight.
I swear, opiates give me energy. I’m wired from that Percocet.
Oh well, they say things happen for a reason. Without this hiccup today you all know my dumb ass wouldn’t do a damn thing about my critically high hemoglobin/hematocrit. The past two times i went to the doctor going back 2 1/2 years, both doctors i saw said i could die any day from a stroke. I just don’t like going to doctors ever. I have irrational fears of doing many things in life. I’m a total loner, and i like to handle all of my issues on my own. But this surgeon is unlike any I’ve ever known. I look forward to seeing him because I’ve been 100% real and himest, and he was most concerned with keeping my AAS use between us. He’s whispering about it in the pre-op so the nurses and anesthesiologist didn’t hear. He whispers, “I’ve seen this several times. It just the testosterone. You’re not dying.” Haha such a cool man!
Thank you guys all for being so nice time. It really makes me smile inside. This forum had a lot of really good people. I appreciate you guys so much. Typically, i get real down on my birthday, especially turing 50 and all alone in pain. This thread from everyone helped me a lot. Thank you!!!
P.S. How do i get rid of my blood when no one will take me with nimbers so high? My doctor didn’t even know. The phlebotomist said they only do it if I’m admitted to the hospital. No way am i spending thousands of dollars every week to get my blood dumped. My doctor is calling around for me. I had the phlebotomist teach me how to do it myself. I just need the 500ml bag and some 3 prong thing with a syringe off the side. I didn’t get it. I told her to use a 17 gauge needle because 18 wouldn’t cut it. So she used a 17.