I should really start from the beginning, but I won't because that's for another part. This is about steroids that cripple you in an effort to help you heal. I found the paradox funny as hell.
"You want to take away my muscles to slow, SLOW the shits, but not fix it?!"
Constantly in a state of trance with all of the pills that are called anti depressant but their side effect is appetite stimulation. Great. But I tell you what, I'm a pretty happy dude! Back to my state of hunger.
So with atrophied, knobby knees hanging out, chicken legs I make a move. In the hospital I thought to myself 'I'm good and young, screw walking.' What I should have done was walk. Instead over the course of 2 weeks my legs shrunk and list power thanks to the steroids. They forced me into a wheelchair for the ride on the day I was discharged. So walking has been limited to say the least.
It wasn't so hard to lower myself into a squat like position, but rising up took everything I had. Everything from my hi flexors down is trashed. I need to move. So with my Powerbeats2 blasting AC/DC I threw on my bright orange flip flops and headed out the front door. I stumbled a bit and really had to concentrate to walk a straight line. Ask any cop. But seriously, half way around the block that stretches 1/2 mile, my legs looked like tree stumps. Like little oaks but puffy. The music distracted me from the pain I felt from my hips to my toes, just king enough to get back in the front door and with the last bit of energy I flung myself into the couch. I had to peel my sandals off, add they left 1/4 indents in my grandma feet. Shit steroids, you suck. Every day I wake with energy and can climb stairs well. After I take the steroids I have to use the railing. Which is total horse shit, but hey I'm motivated so whatever. Ice cream is great for doing that. Speaking of, I'm cutting this short and making a shake!!
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