well, that was interesting
glenihan said:
man that sucks start popping vitamin C like a mad man, i bet you've got the flu i wouldn't think it would be the winny
good luck man feel better
As it turns out, it was little more than suspected. I'll start where I left off. Still couldn't eat anything but I decided to force some saltine crackers down with a diet coke. It's probably around 8:00pm at this time on Tuesday evening. I force 5 crackers down and I'm sitting there feeling about ready to burst at the seams. Felt like I almost wanted to throw up, so I head to the bathroom, mostly expecting a false alarm. This is where things take a turn.
I lean down at the toilet and I feel my stomach churn and here comes the ****. I puke a tad bit but much to my surprise, the puke is dark red, pure blood. I remember thinking "****, that can't be good". Then, then puking really starts. I puked a massive amount of dark red blood up, felt myself starting to pass out a little, so I ran to the phone, called my wife (a registered nurse at work). While I was on the phone, I puked again, this time more blood, guesstimated at about a quart total at this point.
My wife called a friend to come pick me up and to the Emergency Room we go. We walked in, sweating profusely at this point, skin turning very pale, very fast. Eventually, the desk nurse comes up and they sit me down in the chair to get some stats. This is where I black out the first time, almost knocking over the entire room, ppl included, as 280lbs stumbles around the room. They eventually got me in a bed, hook up an IV, and the blackout sensation immediately goes away.
Skip 4 hours ahead, it's around midnight, I'm feeling pretty good at this point. The blackout feeling has not came back, I'm getting rehydrated from the 3 bags of IV so far. My head starts to swim a little and I puke around another quart of blood, almost pass out again, more IV, back to normal. Then, the fun (sarcasm) begins. They jam this gigantic tube through my nose all the way down to my stomach to pump out the blood. For those of you that have experienced this, I now sympathize, that **** sucks. 2 additional quarts are pumped out at this point.
Anywho, fast forward 6 hours, I'm now being transferred to a different hospital that has a gastrointestinal doctor that will be in shortly. 2 more bags of IV and they decided that I've gotta be scoped. Actually, this part was kinda fun, they finally took that friggin anal probe out my nose, sprayed the back of my throat with litacain (sp?), shot me up full of demerol, and began their probe. Their discovery was an esophagus (sp?) tear with a hiatal hernia to boot. They basically blamed it on heavy weightlifting, straining, and excessive heartburn. I've had the heartburn for over a year at this point, it had been reported, to which the invaluable military doctors recommend TUMS and motrin. thanks again fuckers. :rasp:
Anywho, to wrap this story up, I'm at home, recovering from the extreme bloat of a total of 10 IV bags pumped into me, trying to eat anything. I'm still determined to finish this cycle out, but it'll definately be with lighter weights, eating smaller meals, and taking 25mg winstrol vice the original 50mg.
I'll be back in the gym tommorrow with a new philosophy on lifting. For those of you that have frequent heartburn, get that **** checked out, it could be fucking serious. I was eating TUMS like candy thinking everything was cool til now.
No, I didn't tell any of the docs about this cycle or anything AAS related, but if any of you know something that I don't about winstrol, let me know. If I get another anal probe shoved up my nose, I'm going to lose my fucking mind. :rant: