I'll keep in touch
I don't think I have much of a choice but to keep in touch now. I was surprised today when I checked my emails to find a great many personal emails. I forgot just how posting on this awesome site gets around so easily. Talking about the accident and the subsequent regression of all my hard work has been difficult.
It feels like I have a huge family of brothers wanting to kick my ass. Damn, that puts a smile on my face and fans the fire of my will.
Right now, I'm walking. That may sound small, but for me its huge. I would have started riding my bike this week while on school break, but the weather here in New Hampshire turned too cold for this Bermudian. The next immediate goal is to build up some endurance. Got to get this heart rate up again. I don't dare start lifting in any meaningful way until my cardiovascular condition improves. This should not take the average person long, but my back will require taking things slowly at first.
*:st:r-wars *What I am about to write is NOT scientific. It's merely a personal observation. For over a year I was being pumped with cortical steroids. I bloated up like a freaking balloon. Three spinal injections every four weeks. There was no long term improvement. After doing it "their" way, I tried doing my own thing. Researching some methods used overseas, I started receiving IGF-1 injections along with small amounts of test. Within two weeks I noticed I was no longer in chronic pain and I could stand for up to 5 minutes. Walking soon followed. I went to Miami 4 weeks later. I could walk along the beaches for up to 10 minutes. I knew then I was on the mend. I'm making NO claim that what I took healed me. I knew from research that IGF-1 is instrumental in building new tissue, including tissue injured. This is not to say that it repaired any damaged tissue, but rather replaced it. The test would strengthen the spinus erectus and other associate muscle groups. At the very least giving me the opportunity to get up and around to loose some of the fat accumulated from sitting around over a year. Let me say again, I am NOT advocating what I did....but since the doctors could only put me on morphine for pain and shoot me up with cortisone and send me home with NO hope of being the same again... I knew I had to do something for myself. I did a few other things I would be willing to share in the future. I have some advance degrees in science so my choices are not made in ignorance.
This is a bit of my story....