This sucks. I had diarrhea for over a month, and through homophobic fear of the doctor shoving something up my ass I lived with it. Well, a month went by and I couldn’t take it anymore so I went to see the doc, and he gave me the option of taking a few pills, or having stuff crammed up my ass and then giving a stool sample. I opted for the pills.
So, after a week and a half of three different tpyes of meds, I am cured. Hopefully. We’ll see in the next week or two if I am back to normal for good.
But, here comes the damage report. Previously, at thanksgiving, I was 6’2 220 15% BF. Now…I weighed in at the doctor at a measly 198…WITH MY CLOTHES ON!! I’m hoping most of what I lost was water weight…but I am weaker than before. Alot weaker. I’m pretty disappointed with myself right now for being stupid and not seeking help earlier. But I did around a week into it, and the doc told me it was my body fighting it off. Well my body got it’s ass beat.
Oh well, sorry for the rant. I just feel down about it and needed to get it off my chest. Whining makes me happy.
I’ll never eat chinese food again.