Jeez, here is the short reason. I moved to LA in Dec of 97' to train for the 2000 Olympics (discus). I lived at a friends house in Lakewood. I fell asleep in the living room and apparently according to 9 doctors I got bit by a brown recluse. When my friend came home from work I was half passed out on the couch and floor. I weighed 293 when I got bit. I was going down to 275. I was riding my bike in Hawaii 28 miles a day (7 miles to the gym twice a day 4 days a week) plus I lived in Waialae Iki which has a very steep hill and I had to ride up that plus over Diamond Head. On weekends I pulled a truck tire filled with cement (weighed about 120 lbs or so, plus drag). I was benching 500 and cardio wise was in the best shape ever.
When I got but I spent almost the entire month of March (98') in the hospital. The doctors were seriously thinking about amputation and I said NO WAY! The photo below is about 10 hours after I checked into the hospital. About 2 days later a doctor climbed up on my bed with about 10 other doctors watching and preceded to cut the blister off and then use all of his weight to scrap the open sore. When I first checked in I was given 3 diffewrent types of anibiotics. I woke up with hives covering every part of my body except my hands, feet and head. I had an allergic reaction to one of the antibiotics. So now they had to figure out which one. Anyway, I chewcked out about a month later or so. I still had the open wound. I had to daily change dressing and such. I took my meds for only a week though. I think that might have been where I fucked up. Anyway, for the next t months I spent most of the time crawling on the floor cause the leg hurt so bad. No lifting.
Then I started to get sick monthly. Symptoms were the same every month and happened almost the same time during the month. Maybe off a day or two. I got a very high fever, my leg got very very red and my upper inside of my right leg would hurt. The next day my skin would start to peel off my leg like a really bad sunburn. I would spend alot of my day peeling my skin. My leg was so red and hot I slept with it hanging off my bed. The high fever made my body really sore. I would be so hot I would shiver. I had a roman bathtub so I would put the hottest possible water in it and just lay there for hours. Now when I walked I would kind of hobble. So my back would go out from a previous injury (ruptured L4 & L5) This went on for the next five years. Everytime I would try and go to the gym it seemed like the next day I was so sick I couldn't get out of bed. So I spent almost all day in either bed or my bathtub. During this time I ate. I ate normally. Nothing different that when I was training. Well the weight started to go on me and very fast. I went from 293 to 399 in about 4 months.
All this had nothing to do with the spider bite. I never said that. The idiots on here did. I said because of what happened from the bite it prevented me from training or doing anything. My last major issue with my leg was at Christmas 2007 when I spent two weeks in the hospital because my leg swelled up to 32" and it would not go down. Since then I have not had any major issues with my leg. BUT, because of what happened my immune system is fucked up. I was known by everyone has being healthy and I never got sick. I had been to the doctor twice before this bite since high school. One was for my back and the other was 10 years later when I snapped my achilles tendon.
Since my bite I have had all kinds of shit happen. I caught pnemonia this past March and was in the hospital. I now get gout every now and then which is so fucking painful it is unreal. And my back goes out sometimes. I was back in the gym regulary up until March. Then rigfht after that I got gout really bad in both ankles. That was unreal painful.
So, in short (kinda) I went from being very fit and strong to not being able to do anything. My mind is getting better and I am getting better with the eating and I am walking alot more than I used too. I am taking it slowly so I don't get sick or anything happens. I feel great now so everything is looking good.
I am not someone who pretends to be something I am not. Goodrum is a pretender. So is this trustnoone and guys like McAnusLicker. I am fat and I admit it. But one thing did not get affected and that is my brain and memory. I what I lack in physical appearence for now I still know some things and I don't need to pretend.
