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Getbig Main Boards => Gossip & Opinions => Topic started by: Gym-Rat on August 06, 2022, 12:19:56 AM
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https://fitnessvolt.com/flex-wheeler-transplanted-kidney/
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“In 1994, Wheeler was involved in a violent car accident. Upon examination, medical professionals diagnosed him with a hereditary kidney disease.”
Hereditary?!? ??? ??? ??? ???
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Damn, that guy has a lot of health problems.
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Let’s name the kidney “Xelf.
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“In 1994, Wheeler was involved in a violent car accident. Upon examination, medical professionals diagnosed him with a hereditary kidney disease.”
Hereditary?!? ??? ??? ??? ???
genetic predisposition. not sure why they say hereditary. it is what it is.
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He is still competing against Ronnie, health wise.
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This guy can’t catch a break.
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He is still doing podcast from his hospital bed for us.
Is he on anybody’s Deadpool for this year?
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He had his Kidney transplant around 20 years ago. A transplanted kidney lasts max 20 to 25 years. He would have known this day was coming.
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Flex claims it's - FSGS - Focal segmental glomerulosclerosis - https://www.mayoclinic.org/diseases-conditions/fsgs/symptoms-causes/syc-20354693 . It's the same thing Alonzo Mourning has. Apparently it's a little more prevalent in Black folks. Steroids weren't helping.
If the kidney really is failing, it's going to be rough. A bodybuilder named Rob Schuh out of Arizona had his transplant fail after about 12 years or so, and they don't rush to replace them when they're rejected. Schuh died on the list.
:/.
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All worth it
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All worth it
Perfect physique right there.
Though it'd always get destroyed by prime ronnie.
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He is still competing against Ronnie, health wise.
Unbelievably enough Ronnie is still beating him.
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Could there be owt bastard more wrong with the useless lazy fucking cunt? Seems like every other day he has a new ailment
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Could there be owt bastard more wrong with the useless lazy fucking cunt? Seems like every other day he has a new ailment
Has he sold his car collection yet to pay for the hospital bills? Or better question have they all been repossessed?
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Has he sold his car collection yet to pay for the hospital bills? Or better question have they all been repossessed?
he likely never owned anything...
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Damn knew about it in 1994 and competed till 2003, then 2007. That’s a pretty long time.
So they put you back on the list once the donor organ begins to fail?
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he likely never owned anything...
He owned the hearts of many schmoes
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Has he sold his car collection yet to pay for the hospital bills? Or better question have they all been repossessed?
Haha I’d imagine the cars were repossessed not long after the photos were taken mate
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Damn knew about it in 1994 and competed till 2003, then 2007. That’s a pretty long time.
So they put you back on the list once the donor organ begins to fail?
Hopefully not they should have cut the fucker out of the ungrateful twat the second he started competing agsin and give it to someone who actually deserves it
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If the kidney really is failing, it's going to be rough. A bodybuilder named Rob Schuh out of Arizona had his transplant fail after about 12 years or so, and they don't rush to replace them when they're rejected. Schuh died on the list.
Any chance you've been around since misc.fitness.weights days?
he was a funny (and helpful) character - would've fit in well here...
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Flex and kev are a lesson that comebacks don't work.
Flex moreso, but kev ruined his brand with the comeback. He should have just kept the dosage at jays current level and made the fans think he still had it in him to do well on the stage if he wanted to.
Seems like kev lost his hair with the last ill advised blast.
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Well, at least he got almost 20 years out of that kidney but given that he's already had one, he may want to go to India and pick one up...the same place D>>>>> >>>>>>> got his
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Any chance you've been around since misc.fitness.weights days?
he was a funny (and helpful) character - would've fit in well here...
Schuh was the original troll of the webz. A total tard though, I laughed at him when he said he was dying.
Act like a kvnt, expect no sympathy...
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“Nicknamed the ‘Sultan of Symmetry’”
Frickin’ retarded.
Wheeler is a class-A loser.
Looked like a cartoon character for several years, and, for this, doomed himself to a (remaining) life of surgeries, hospital beds and suffering.
Let’s face it. The guy is on the way out.
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Any chance you've been around since misc.fitness.weights days?
he was a funny (and helpful) character - would've fit in well here...
Yep, I remember Schuh, Pusbag, Etc..... all from MFW. He even go into a fight with Mike Massey for reviewing him in T-mag.
Schuh was even worse in Rec.Music.Makers.Percuss ion. He used to fight with a guy named Dennis Dennison, and their little war culminated with them meeting up at a drumming convention, and Schuh pulling Dennison's goatee, and running away.
Article on Schuh - https://www.phoenixnewtimes.com/news/drum-and-drummer-6431057 .
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Flex claims it's - FSGS - Focal segmental glomerulosclerosis - https://www.mayoclinic.org/diseases-conditions/fsgs/symptoms-causes/syc-20354693 . It's the same thing Alonzo Mourning has. Apparently it's a little more prevalent in Black folks. Steroids weren't helping.
If the kidney really is failing, it's going to be rough. A bodybuilder named Rob Schuh out of Arizona had his transplant fail after about 12 years or so, and they don't rush to replace them when they're rejected. Schuh died on the list.
:/.
same rob schuh from misc.fitness.weights???
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same rob schuh from misc.fitness.weights???
Yeap, I looked it up yesterday he got his transplant around Nov 98, and died Oct 6 2012. After MFW went bad with spammers, he tried to use regular forums, but couldn't get used to being nice, and it took the snap out of his posts - https://forum.bodybuilding.com/search.php?searchid=2843924043 .
Later he started a drum building business called "Hard Bop Drums" , and was getting into custom knife collecting (karambits), but then the transplant went south, and that was it.
Here is some of his early drumming, he actually did ok with it, but never really got bigger than session work, and some album stuff here and there -
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Face to the name - https://www.musclememory.com/show.php?a=Schuh,+Robert .
The types of stories Rob and his transplant would conjure up from other users -
" PusBag
This is a long, bizarre story, so please bear with me while I go through this catharsis.
I got laid-off and I haven't worked in over one year. Just to get out, I took the E train down to Canal Street and walked around in the bitter cold, eventually making my way into the heart of Chinatown. I was attracted to one interesting herb shop with lanterns hanging outside. An amateurish, hand-written sign boasted of an herb that would promote "manhood and better secks." Fascinating. I was intrigued and could not move-on without knowing more.
I went inside to ask about the potion. I pushed aside the hanging beads in the doorway and proceeded toward the source of some twangy, serene asian music.
The shop was dark and cluttered with merchandise: a Buddha statute,a tranquility fountain, decorated pots, incense, and candles. The old hardwood floor shifted and creaked under the weight of my black biker boots. I weaved my way to the back of the shop while knocking into assorted crap along the way
Toward the back, there was a thin, frail, elderly asian woman tending to some bamboo plants. Alongside her was cashbox and an old 33 1/3 rpm phonograph from which the soft music emanated She lifted her head as she heard me appraoch in my sqeaky leather jacket. She seemed somewhat startled initially by my appearance, then she grinned a toothless smile and said: "Bamboo prant bring good ruck."
I explained to her that I wasn't there for the plants, but the herbs. "Oh, you want full head hair!" She exclaimed, while looking at my shaved pate. "No ma'am, I want the good stuff, you got advertised in the window."
Apparently upon hearing the sound of my voice a young asian kid with a muscular build and some jailhouse tats came up from the cellar. Are you for real? The kid looked like a character from "The Fast And The Furious" and had an attitude to match. This punk had a chip on his shoulder the size of City Island. "You a cop? Huh?!? You rook rike undercover five-oh narco pig! You come here from Porice Praza to collar my grandmother, PIG!"
"Relax guy, I ain't no fuckin' cop. I'm not from Police Plaza. This chain on my jeans ain't handcuffs, it's a biker wallet. Chill, bro."
Grandma and her charming descendant exchanged some words and he turned to me again:
"So, what you want, Scarface?!?" "Scarface," I never heard that one before. Presumably the kid was referring to the beauty mark over my left eye that a guy gave me many years ago with his school ring. This kid was a real charmer, reminding me of myself in my teenage years. I'm beginning to like him.
"I'm looking for those virility potions you have advertised."
"I have formura that give bigger muscle and make more powerful than Samuri warrior!"
He handed me an 8 ounce, blue plastic bottle. It was homemade with a handwritten label bearing Chinese characters. I asked how much, the punk shouted: "FIFTY DOLLAR!" "Fifty dollars???" I asked. "FIFTY DOLLAR!!!" he bombastically retorted. He had a look of disdain on
his face, almost as if to say, are you deaf AND stupid round eye?!?
"Alright bro, here's forty-five." The kid squirreled-away the money. As I turned to leave, he started: "you rooking to party?" "I have young girl, but she rook 17!" No, pal, that's it. "Hashish?" No, I answered. "How about gun, I have cop model Grock 19s." Uh, no. "How about car, I have paperwork to Caddy Escarade." He continued as I turned and exited the shop.
By now, it was late, dark and motherfucking cold. A light snow was falling. I walked toward the westside and hopped on the N train at Broadway and took that to Grand Central. It was peak rush hour so the terminal was crowded and all the suit-wearing zombies who were scrambling home to their re-heated leftovers and the latest episode of "American Idol."
I took the 7 train back out to Queensboro Plaza and decided to just hoof it back to the crib in the fucking freezing cold. As I walked back all
I could think about was Daytona Bike Week, the smell of pussy and getting my scooter back on out the road. Since early October my low rider has been under a cover in a self-storage unit.
I crashed when I got back to the crib. I fed my pitbull and let him out to shit in the yard behind the building. I turned on the tube and watched some maudlin flick with Brian Bosworth infiltrating a white-trash, meth dealing biker club. It was actually worth a few laughs.
Around midnight I remembered I had that shit from Chinatown and decided to try it. I took a tablespoon of the vile crap and went to sleep.
At 7:00 am my alarm went off to the sounds of Sonny and Cher's "I got you babe." Not a good way to start the day. The radio announcer
said it was going to be cold and not to forget your "booties," whatever the fuck that is.
I walked downstairs and stepped out onto the street, but I wasn't on Broadway in Queens, I was on Beaver Road. Some douche nozzle was hurrying by on his way to work and I called out to him: What up dawg? Where the fuck am I at? "Punxsatawney Pennsylvania! It's the festival!!!" He shouted.
What the fuck happened? Did I sleepwalk from taking that shit? I followed the groups of folks that seemed to be heading toward the center
of town.
In the town center there was a stage with music and some guy with a top hot speaking over a megaphone. People were imbibing and eating bratwurst and wieners and other shit. It seemed to be some kind of celebration.
There was some guy dressed like the Schmenge brothers from SCTV. "Yo, dawg, what's goin on?"
"You don't know?!?" He said with incredulity. "Oh, you'll see. I gotta go!"
I approached the stage and much to my surprise, I saw a familiar face! It was Rob Schuh! He seemed to be the guest of honor. His wheelcahir was up on a pedestal and there was a floodlight immediately over him. He was eating, no, was gorging himself, laughing and joking. I'd never seen him so happy and everyone seemed happy to have him.
Then it happened.
Suddenly, he began to violently tremble and convulse. His wheelcahir was rocking and the shit in his colostomy bag was churning like the contents of a blender set on puree. The music stopped, the crowd hushed and the top-hat wearing man said "hold-on folks!"
Rob's abdomen began to dystend to ridiculous proportions. So much so that he looked pregnant. "Rip!" His jacket burst open, then his t-shirt. All we could see now was his scarred abdomen which lookled like an overinflated swiss ball about to burst.
Oh no, not again, Schuh whimpered. "Please! Please, make it stop" he cried to top-hat man. Top-hat man just smiled. "Ugh, oooh, gulp, gurgle. Please... help... I'm gonna..." Rob was farting, vomiting and urinating on himself simultaneously. The crowd was going nuts!
Then it happened. "RIIIIIIIIP!" His inflating abdomen popped like a balloon. "Ooooh," the crowd groaned. One young girl began vomitting, another buried her face in her boyfriend's shoulder. One elderly woman collapsed. Blood, skin, hair and fecal matter sprayed the front rows of the crowd like a Gallagher Show. It was Rob Schuh's Shit-o-Matic.
Rob's emaciated, limp carcass fell to the stage floor like an old laundry sack.
Suddenly, his kidney popped up from his abdomen. It had what appeard to be a little head and two fear-stricken eyes which stared at me.
Just as quickly and unexpectedly as the kidney appeared, it retreated back into his decomposing corpse.
"Ohhhhhhhh" the crowd groaned with disappointment. Top-hat man had done a 180. He was now sullen, morose, visibly shaken and disappointed. He lifted the bullhorn to his wind-chapped lips and sighed:
"Well, folks, you know as well as I what that means, Punxsawtawney Peliosis saw his shadow and we're in for six more weeks of winter. Sorry, see you next year."
Then I woke-up back in my crib in Queens. I haven't touched that herbal shit since. "
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He is still doing podcast from his hospital bed for us.
Is he on anybody’s Deadpool for this year?
I hope these guys visit Flex when he gets out of hospital. They could host a special edition from the graveyard.