Which of these maladies does the GH treat?
Restless Leg syndrome
Shaky hands from childhood
Bone on Bone knees and surgeries (Titanium/adamantium rods)
Torn right pec
Surgical re-attachment of right tricep
3 Shoulder surgeries on right side
Cut bicep tendon from a shoulder surgery
Barrett’s esophagus
Gastroesophageal reflux disease (GERD)
Crohn's disease
Bile reflux
Hiatal hernia
Umbilical hernia
Bleeding ulcer
Bloody shits, nausea and indigestion and vomiting
shin splints in the forearms
magnesium and other mineral deficiencies
Stingray puncture of left foot
Anemia
Anxiety
Depression
Arthritis
Something with the neck from demolition derby
Organ failure
[TBD, whatever injury ended the curling nonsense]
Only 1 shoulder surgery was on the right side the other 2 were on the left side. I don't have restless leg syndrome. The stingray got the right foot I think although can't recall. I am not depressed. However yes I have Chrons which has led to gerd, barrets, ulcers, digestion and mineral deficiency issues. That one disease causes the other issues. I also have 30 years of sports injuries to include 7 orthopedic surgeries. Additionally I had a dozen high speed car wrecks and have some whiplash issues. Oh yeah and I am getting a little older.
So why do I lift heavy and eat and try to make gains? What is the point?
Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.