And I ain't no Barry Bonds! I am not buff, I am not the energizer bunny, I am not amazing the world with my record breaking performance! I am fatter, fatigued, and performing the best I can, which is not world class right now.
I hate being on steroids. I feel as if there are these little pacmen running through my body wreaking havoc with my system as they laugh! Ah, gotcha cerebral cortex! Ah hah - there goes the right kidney. Hmmmm, we need to try harder with the joints, they aren't hurting enough.
And so on, so forth! And in spite of massive steroid dosage, the sarcoid is getting worse again. So what do we do now? Increase the steroids!
The problem here is that there is no good, nor bad, nor any real evidence that steroids help treat sarcoid. I posted some research recently that indicated use of steroids to treat a sarcoid outbreak, while initially may be very helpful, actually leads to worse long term results. I have been thinking about that since I came across the research study. And I cannot turn back at this point since I have already skewed my long term results by using steroids.
My pulmonalogist leaves me with the impression that I will be on steroids for the rest of my life - which is not what I initially thought or understood. I thought they were used to treat an inflammation and then I would be taken off of them until needed again. Now, every time I ask him, WHEN, he responds with a shrug. How reassuring.
So Barry Bonds - you are such an idiot! Steroids are not worth it! What risk for such an ephemeral gain. So you will be in a Hall of Fame. So you beat out Hank Aaron (who will always be my hero); so what?
