DetroitHammer
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This is not directly related to AAS, but I feel it’s relevant.
Last Sunday I injected a cruising dose of Test E and Mast (200mgs ea) into the right glute. I rarely inject there, but was too lazy to search for the sweet spot on the thigh. Very easy injection; like butter.
Monday, I could feel the injection site getting sore, which is not uncommon. By noon I was feeling flu-like. This is typical of maybe 300mg/mL, but I shot 200mgs/mL. Still, I surmised it’s just a bad pin; get over it. By evening, I lost my appetite, didn’t workout and went to bed early.
Monday night I got up every 15-20 minutes pissing like a race horse. I didn’t know what was going on. My kidney was starting to hurt, but deal with it. By morning I was dehydrated, didn’t go to work and just lied around the house, mostly sleeping. I started getting fever-like sweats, lethargic and man, that glute was hurting.
Tuesday night I got up around midnight to piss, and nothing. I had the urge, but nothing would come out. I surmised my sleeping position, tried again a few minutes later and urine trickled out; no solid stream. “AH!,” I said, I have the infamous kidney stone. So I went to work, stayed an hour then went to Urgent Care. By now, I had a hell of a time passing any urine, but had a little to give a sample. They concluded that I had a bladder infection, “maybe” a stone, and prescribed Ciprofloxacin, an antibiotic. Went to Walgreens, picked it up, went home and couldn’t piss to save my life. Not a drop would come out. I hadn’t relieved the bladder for nearly 20 hours and it was killing me, literally. I drove myself to the hospital, told the nurses I need a catheter tube inserted before I die. A young, tiny nurse, very cute, said to lay down and she’d insert the turb. I asked her if I would be put under or sedated. She laughed and said it isn’t that bad! So I lay there as she inserted a tube up my penis until it hit the bladder and relieved almost a liter of urine. It felt like gallons. The blood work came back showing a serious, life threatening infection. They admitted me.
Tests came back and what I had was acute bacterial prostatitis; urinary tract infection and kidney malfunctions were underway. I wondered now if the AAS was the culprit? They didn’t ask and I didn’t tell. I sat in the room with this tube hanging out of my penis into a plastic bag that tried to rip the tip of the penal opening in half every time I moved, so walking was hell. They gave me IV’s with antibiotics and pills to shrink the prostrate.
Today, the third day, they removed the tube. It hurt. My first attempt to urinate was semi successful. By noon, I realized I may need the tube back in. The swelling hadn’t gone down enough and if I was passing a lot of urine, it would stop. So I had to relax and “meditate” to get the right amount of muscle relaxation and pass the urine. At first I couldn’t empty the bladder, expelled a trickle and try again. It got to the point where I almost said put it back in, but the next flow was encouraging.
I came home today with all my meds. AAS was not at fault, but it was my first guess. That’s why I’m not a doctor. I have to urinate often to preclude pressure. How I’m going to make it through the night, I don’t know. It’s possible I’ll be back in the ER tomorrow. I’m taking this one urination attempt to the next. For once, I wish I could engage in a good pissing contest.
What caused the infection no one will ever know. But if you ever get into a similar situation, look beyond AAS; AAS is not always the bad guy.
Last Sunday I injected a cruising dose of Test E and Mast (200mgs ea) into the right glute. I rarely inject there, but was too lazy to search for the sweet spot on the thigh. Very easy injection; like butter.
Monday, I could feel the injection site getting sore, which is not uncommon. By noon I was feeling flu-like. This is typical of maybe 300mg/mL, but I shot 200mgs/mL. Still, I surmised it’s just a bad pin; get over it. By evening, I lost my appetite, didn’t workout and went to bed early.
Monday night I got up every 15-20 minutes pissing like a race horse. I didn’t know what was going on. My kidney was starting to hurt, but deal with it. By morning I was dehydrated, didn’t go to work and just lied around the house, mostly sleeping. I started getting fever-like sweats, lethargic and man, that glute was hurting.
Tuesday night I got up around midnight to piss, and nothing. I had the urge, but nothing would come out. I surmised my sleeping position, tried again a few minutes later and urine trickled out; no solid stream. “AH!,” I said, I have the infamous kidney stone. So I went to work, stayed an hour then went to Urgent Care. By now, I had a hell of a time passing any urine, but had a little to give a sample. They concluded that I had a bladder infection, “maybe” a stone, and prescribed Ciprofloxacin, an antibiotic. Went to Walgreens, picked it up, went home and couldn’t piss to save my life. Not a drop would come out. I hadn’t relieved the bladder for nearly 20 hours and it was killing me, literally. I drove myself to the hospital, told the nurses I need a catheter tube inserted before I die. A young, tiny nurse, very cute, said to lay down and she’d insert the turb. I asked her if I would be put under or sedated. She laughed and said it isn’t that bad! So I lay there as she inserted a tube up my penis until it hit the bladder and relieved almost a liter of urine. It felt like gallons. The blood work came back showing a serious, life threatening infection. They admitted me.
Tests came back and what I had was acute bacterial prostatitis; urinary tract infection and kidney malfunctions were underway. I wondered now if the AAS was the culprit? They didn’t ask and I didn’t tell. I sat in the room with this tube hanging out of my penis into a plastic bag that tried to rip the tip of the penal opening in half every time I moved, so walking was hell. They gave me IV’s with antibiotics and pills to shrink the prostrate.
Today, the third day, they removed the tube. It hurt. My first attempt to urinate was semi successful. By noon, I realized I may need the tube back in. The swelling hadn’t gone down enough and if I was passing a lot of urine, it would stop. So I had to relax and “meditate” to get the right amount of muscle relaxation and pass the urine. At first I couldn’t empty the bladder, expelled a trickle and try again. It got to the point where I almost said put it back in, but the next flow was encouraging.
I came home today with all my meds. AAS was not at fault, but it was my first guess. That’s why I’m not a doctor. I have to urinate often to preclude pressure. How I’m going to make it through the night, I don’t know. It’s possible I’ll be back in the ER tomorrow. I’m taking this one urination attempt to the next. For once, I wish I could engage in a good pissing contest.
What caused the infection no one will ever know. But if you ever get into a similar situation, look beyond AAS; AAS is not always the bad guy.
