The substance itself is a precursor to human growth hormone and involves all of those things that airport security wants to see in your carry-on baggage: syringes (2 per day), little vials of powder that must be kept refirgerated by a gel pack, and little bottles of sterile water to mix with the powder before injecting it each day.
I am quite thrilled to be done with the injections; it seems like I have added a bunch of free time to my mornings! The results, however, have left me less hopeful about a pharmaceutical solution to all this weight I have gained over the last two to three years, due in part to my previous regime of HIV meds. (Notice how I am not so silly as to rule out my own responsibility for some — if not most — of my weight gain through the combined effects of aging, sloth and a fondness for cheese and chocolate. I don't think any of those things, however, would be responsible for the strange ways in which I have gained this weight: buffalo hump (yes, the source of the blog name), trunk fat, but no love handles and next to no fat on legs or buttocks).
In terms of the results, I seem to have lost weight during the first half of the study, when I seemed to be on the placebo, and gained a bunch of weight in the second half on the study drug. I have two words that describe the result in my eyes: échec total!
Just to make sure that my whole experience was rounded out well, the doctor cancelled my appointment for my final day, leaving me with a giant gap in my day between dexa scan and CT scan, which were themselves done in different locations. I still have to see if I can free myself from other obligations to go to the next proposed appointment time with the doctor (I am working and have responsibilities, after all).
But I was able to take advantage of my midday gap to go see a movie that I had not found the time to see until then:
I thoroughly enjoyed this film and would recommend it highly. The best thing for me was the lack of "innocent" characters: no complete angels; all the main characters had done something of which others could disapprove, which is more like real life than most popular films tend to be.
I won't likely sit still if Dame Judi Dench sits next to me on a park bench, for fear of being drawn in!