TDetroit’s ramblings and nonsense

I left the big wirehouse to go on my own.  That means I have to call all of my clients and ask them to become my clients at the new company.  It is taking a lot of time to get through this phase.  I didn’t realize that in 8 years I had done that much paperwork.  wow. 

My new business is operated out of the house.  that makes things easy.  I still do all the same work, with the same programs and the same client opportunities, but when the girls get on the bus, I take 3 steps to the right and I am at the office.

The hardest part is remembering to take a shower in the morning.  I work in my PJs.

The boss (me) is cool, if I want to take personal calls or take a break and play here or on facebook or go do some pushups or take the dog for a short run or if I need to go pick up a sick kid, he’s ok with that.  Of course, I am a great boss too, I command my employee (me) to relax and take time to stay sane, go do pushups, play online, take the dog for a run, take care of his kids.  It’s really working out well.

I am hitting the weights and the perfect pushup and eating well, but I am still losing mass.  It is really bothering me.  I am trying to remember all the things I used to eat when bulking. 

Boiled eggs

omelettes

peanut butter and jelly

protein shakes and protein bars

fish

shrimp

chicken

none of it is helping to maintain mass.  and I am actually getting weaker instead of stronger.  does anyone know if stress (from my last 5 months)  overcomes doing all the right things?  I have 2 months before I can start to relax from the stress.

I am picking up anergy and lifting a bit heavier now.  Actually did 2 sets of 10 at 225 on the squat rack.  Real good form, all the way level.  It felt great.

The meds were killing me.  First there was the screw up with ativan (my fault) which was like not taking anything.  So we upped the dose and returned to xanax - a wonderful drug with a sleepy side effect.  Then the shrink said I needed to tell the doc to increase my dose of lexapro because i was still too depressed.  Well, lexapro helps benzos work better, the the xanax was kicking my ass and had my pinned to the couch.

Went in to the doc the other day for a 4 week progress report.  I told him it ws kicking my ass.  He didn’t like what he had to do - i can tell, I am a master salesman.  He decided to try an older drug, it works - and he left the word hanging, he wanted to say, "but…"

if it is older than xanax and ativan, then why do we have the latter ones.  easy, it must clearly have a bad side effect.  what could that be?  I’ll bet it is the most addictive benzo.  that’s why he doesn’t like it.  but, no sleepy.  I am doing pushups like a mad man.  getting stuff done. etc.

I guess we can deal with the addiction when it happens.

that’s the update from Detroit

I am wondering what all those women thought of a guys ass that can squat 350 lbs.  My wife took some pics for me - no, I’m not allowed to post them - but I was sure impressed with it.

Anyway, I am no longer a virgin, and I have pictures to prove it.

All "clean" bill of health.  Prescription to come back in 5 years.  Apparently she likes me. 

Nope, I don’t feel uncomfortable.  So guys, if a woman says …. well…. tell her I said it’s no problem.

The only problem was going off the anti-anxiety meds for the procedure.  I am supposed to take a happy every 8 hours.  the last was at 10:30 last night.  by the time I was laying on the bed waiting, I was a mess.  Plus, being the same Doctor who was trying to diagnose Audrey - even though it would have been way too late - I was even more emotional.  I was crying the whole time before and after.  Couldn’t stop.  Dr B was so nice.  She came over just to hold my hand.  She was heart broken that she couldn’t have been called 2 years or more earlier to save Audrey.

I remembered while I was there.  Years ago, I had complained about some stomach pains.  I didn’t think much of it.  Audrey got me in to the Doctor.  They scheduled a sigmoid (that’s a small 18 inch strap-on) and a Barium enema (that’s for taking pictures).  It occurs to me.  Look how she took care of my colon.  How could she have possibly forgotten to ask for her own tests?   The nurse there told me, "because she was too busy taking care of everyone else." 

I don’t know what to say to that.

NO! not woohoo!  Damn.

No food for 36 hours, except water, tea and 64 oz of gatorade loaded with laxatives. 

Sit on the toilet and let the flourescent yellow gatorade flow straight though - I doubt it was drinkable.

I will eat a lot around 10 am.  Surprisingly, I am not all that hungry, 64 oz of gatorade does that to you.  I have supplies in my coat pocket - chocolate, chocolate, starbursts, chocolate.  You need these things after you loose your virginity.  That’s what I’m told.   Though it would be more romantic if the Doctor bought the chocolate…

I wish me luck.  If you want her to go easy on me, wish that.  If you want her to slap my ass and call me bitch… well same to you too.

No, not with a woman.  No, not with a man. 

It’s a 9 foot long cameral.  Yes, colonoscopy time.  woohoo! 

They told me I won’t remember anything.  Darn!  I really wanted to remember losing my virginity.

My last meal was last night at 10 pm.  RTD Protein shake.   I figured to get started on the all liquid stuff right away. 

For the rest of today, it’s all clear liquids.  Tea, water, fruit juices.  I have learned from previous experiences that San Pelligrino and Perrier are great for a cleanse.  So I have two bottle of SP.  I will be ready for my well endowed date by tomorrow morning - though I will be a bit tired and weak.  I hope he goes easy on me.

Oh, it’s a she.  I forgot.  The Doc is a she.  That makes it so much better.  A woman with a 9 foot long strap-on. 

How does one choose to be a Doctor with this specialty.  Now I’m scared.  She could have been and OB, or a Plastic Surgeon, but she chose to weild a 9 foot long strap-on.  Hmmm.  So, I will be unconscious and at the mercy of a nutcase woman with a domination complex.  I am not sure about this.  I hope she has a good shrink who keeps her on the proper meds.  If she slaps my butt and calls me a bitch, that should be a clue - don’t you think.

Do you think she’ll be wearing thigh high spiked heeled boots and bustier.  that would make it worth it - maybe.  Oh, and that bright red lipstick.

I hope I get an erection.  No I don’t.  Wait.  What’s the protocol on this one.  Should I be excited about the woman with the 9 foot long strap-on, or repulsed by the 9 foot long strap-on, irrespective of who it is strapped to. 

I need some male input on this.  I don’t really know the rules on this one.  Never encountered it before.  I sure as hell don’t want to get kicked out of the club for getting or not getting an erection inappropriately.  It’s difficult enough to control that thing when I do know the rules.  Now I have a situation where I don’t know the rules.  WHAT ARE THE RULES?