Grab a proteinshake and some energybars - this might be a long (but interesting) read.
So, here we are, at the doorstep of something strange and scary.
As I log my progress here, I will first say alittle about myself, and then proceed with my thoughts and feelings along the way.
I am a 34 year old man who has been working out alot in my 20s, allthought it was martial arts and not lifting weights. A few years back I started learning how to lift properly and gave it a good shot. Some gains were made, but nothing significant. Last year my friend (let's call him BWAAAAGGH) wanted us to start teaming up at the gym and get serious. It was great - I grew in a natural rate, taking Jack3d as pre workout supplement, Cell-Tech Pro as creatine mix, and lots and lots of protein, both through shakes and food.
One day, BWAAAAGGH suggested we started on testosterone injections, and hey while we're at it, some orals as well. It would be great fun for sure, and soon enough we would be feared greek gods striding through the streets dressed in red cape and scepter in hand. Sounded awesome!
But oh, there were a few problems.
Problem number 1: First of all, I have had a huge anxiety of needles. I have had it since I was very young, and is not very logical. My friends have been telling me "but it doesn't hurt much", and they just haven't gotten the point. It's not about the pain, it's anxiety. The pain BEFORE the pain, if you will! As a grown up man I would find myself having to take a flu shot or something, sweating all day, getting headaches, starting to cry, or even faint. Men don't like to admit they have anxiety, it's not considered very "manly". But there I was with one, and it's damn hard to hide it when this kind of suggestion comes up. It would mean taking a needle and inject yourself with it, once, maybe twice a week! To me - unthinkable. At the same time, hey maybe this was a good time to deal with my anxiety and get rid of it once and for all?
Problem number 2: The wife. I love my wife to death, she is awesome. But she is at the same time very dramatic, and would cause hell if she ever found out I was juicing up. She made clear that if I ever used dr*gs (meaning for recreational purposes - [here i listed up some different types, but apparently the forum won't allow me to do that since I am below 25 posts]) she wouldn't be able to be with me anymore. Some might say this is a bit too much, but the backstory here is a very bad history with dr*g use / people using dr*gs. I totally understand her side of it. At the same time, jumping on the testosterone carousel might not be in the same category? I am not so sure, it might be for her, but at least it's a gray area and I am guessing I would get away with it if she found out.
Oh. Did I mention she is a doctor?
Problem number 3: I am a fairly successful musician, and I perform around the world every second week or so. I attract thousands of people on my performances, and I love my life. Living the dream you could say! The problem is travelling - I do have to travel alot. I worry about having to suddenly travel and miss my scheduled shots.
Now for how I planned to solve these problems.
The first one, well, there's not many ways to do this. Man up and deal with it, and hope that after a few shots I would be able to cope. Deal with your fears by facing them. Read on, my friend, and you'll see how this went.
The second problem would be an ongoing thing. I want to hide this whole project as long as possible to avoid discussions. The way I am thinking is that what I am gonna do is legal, and it's something I would be doing to myself. She would say it's dangerous and she would worry alot. She IS a doctor, and I expect her to find out one day sooner or later. Hopefully later.
As when it comes to the third problem, I am setting up scheduled shots for monday and thursday. Most travelling is in the weekends, so this will hopefully work out. I'm gonna do some more research as well when it comes to changing days if I have to. I am not gonna travel across borders with test.
BACKSTORY DONE I guess!
So let's go straight to yesterday. My friend BWAAAAGGH called me up around 8 in the evening saying "it's time. come now." Holy shit, it was going DOWNS. My fear started kicking in, I stuttered something in lines of "uhm. yes. haha. yes. ok see you there." I walk up to my wife and with a sweaty face and shaking hands look into her confused eyes and go:
"Hi."
At that moment I knew this was gonna go bad if I didn't pull myself together. She is a smart woman and I don't have much lying experience. "What's wrong?" she asked. I tried to calm the **** down, and say that I was feeling a bit sick, but BWAAAAGGH (hm i might need to change this alias at one point) wanted me to come over. It sounded serious, so couldn't keep him waiting! Hey it was true-ish, no need to give me the bad eye.
You know when you reeeeally have to take a piss, and you are on your way home? The closer you get to the bathroom the more you have to go? Well, the closer I got to my friends place the more scared I got. I wanted to turn and go back home every second, but managed to get there eventually, meeting our link in the door. Our guy was gonna teach us how to do things, what to do and what not to do. If we didn't have someone to do that I would never have even considered this. Some of you in this forum might take these things for granted, but I didn't even know how to break the Test E vial up, where to inject, what to do if "something happens". He gave himself an injection in the thigh first, and then he gave me one. SCARIEST SHIT I EVER EXPERIENCED. It went well, wasn't too painful, and then it was BWAAAAGGH's turn (you know what, suggest some names for my friend, i'll change it in later posts) and he refused to lie down for it, him being a manly man and all wanted to take it standing up. Good for you, sir!
The rest of the night, I'll make it short. Trying to sleep was next to impossible. I wasn't in pain, I didn't get a fever or get sick, there was nothing "wrong", I just couldn't sleep. Thinking about it kept me up, and when I finally fell asleep at 5 in the morning, getting up at 6 for my workout session felt out of reach. And sure enough, waking up one hour later I found myself too weak to go. And when I say weak, I mean not being able to hold my phone to send a text that I wasn't coming. Slept for a few more hours and felt much much better.
And here we are!
Will follow up with posts as this progresses.
HEAD FOR THE HILLS!