Why, you ask?
Because I have been given a prescription for a patch loaded with pure testosterone, baby! Nobody likes the fact that I dropped 10 pounds in the three weeks between NYC visits, especially since I've spent the last week desperately trying to eat more and drink Ensure. This effort started after I got on the scale, weighed in at 129 pounds (I'm a tad over 6 feet tall), and felt a surge of pre-rational terror that I was starving. So the hormone will hopefully reverse that by stimulating appetite and muscle growth.
Much more on the visit -- and the T -- soon. Enjoy the weekend, everybody.
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New blogging style, at least until they get the dose right. Punchy, verb-oriented: "Me SG. Me hate cancer. Smash! What on TV?"
5 comments:
Hey, hope a beer, a burger and a good game on TV does you some good
That's right--bring on the swagger!
Just took a look at your blog for the first time. Read most of the posts since last year. You write well...like...like...well,like a real testosterone-filled man. Raarhh! Can't wait to see what the new you, the chemically induced cave man, will write.
Best wishes.
I hate cancer too!
Drag it out by its hair, Fred Flintstone.
Happy Father's Day! Any update?
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