I went to the hospital last saturday to see a doctor about my throat. you know, i can't even remember the last time i went to the hospital to see a doctor. i usually go twice a year to get my blood work, i don't even see the doctor, i just call him. but last time i remember was when i went to the university clinic to see a doctor about my stomach in january '05. i remember i just finished up my second M1T/4-AD cycle and i had a slight case of gyno... it scared the shit outta me. so, i kept increasing my nolvadex dosage til i reached 80 mg/day. well, apparently one of the side effects of that high a dose is ... well.. severe constipation i guess. I never read about that side effect, but all i know is that i couldn't shit for ten days... and i was still eating my 5-6 meals/day... don't even try to imagine how that feels like cuz you'll never knowl... i felt so relieved when i shit out 2 kilos of... well... shit... anyways... back to the hospital... i think i remember why i've always hated hospitals. first of all, they defy the whole point of getting better. you go sit in a waiting room full of about 200 people... all sick... with different illnesses.. so, you're bound to get even more sick by just waiting in that room. you have a cold? you go back home with a cold, and an ear infection... anyway... the cool thing about the hospital i went to was that they don't schedule appointments for ENT doctors. so, i had to wait for 2 and a half hours to see the f***er. lots of fun when you're waiting that long... sick... especially when you run out of strepsils on your 38th minute of waiting... finally, my turn. i went in and told him "doctor, i have a really bad case of tonsilitis. i've never seen an infection like this"... so he says "you mean a sore throat?" i said "no.. i mean an infection. i can see bacterial colonies on my tonsils!! so you don't have to do a colony test and waste more time. i've been on 1500 mg of amoxycillan for the past 2 days and it's not helping. i need something stronger." .... So, the doctor puts me on his chair that he stole from the chucky cheese pizza place... you know the chair i'm talking about... don't act stupid. anyway, starts poking my tonsils with a q-tip on steroids (you know, the 3 foot long q-tips doctors use to aggrevate patients). turned on his flash light and almost jumped in my stomach. anyway, after wasting 25 minutes of his, my, and all the people waiting outside's time... he says "you have an infection".... REALLY?? NO SHIT??? who would've guessed?? .... he gave me some antibiotic (they're supposed to be strong... but i haven't noticed shit).. and he said he'd prescribe a strong pain killer for me (i told him i had trouble sleeping from the pain). went to the pharmacy.... took the "strong pain killers"... fevadol... f***ing fevadol... 7 years of med school to tell me that i have an infection, and give me fevadol. i went back home... tired... in pain... my throat is all dry and swollen... i couldn't talk... and all i had was f***ing fevadol...
well, since i've already wasted 2 months on shrinking and not eating like i should (marriage, honeymoon, infection) i'm not taking my tonsils out til after the contest. i can't afford to spend 3 more weeks not eating anything... oh, and they advise eating ice cream to bring down the swelling after a tonsillectamy... not only will i shrink... i'll get fat too... then you can just hand me a gun and close the door on your way out...

Well, bad went to worse the last couple of days. I’ve been on anti-biotics since Thursday morning but it hasn’t caused much relief. I think my tonsils bid my ass farewell this time. They look like two huge f***ing Petri dishes stuck in my throat. It scared the shit out of mariam when she saw what they looked like. So, it’s time to quit being stubborn, and head to the doctor’s office. I’m heading there tonight and see what’s up. I couldn’t even sleep last night. Every time I swallowed I felt like someone stabbed my throat. Hopefully, I’m gonna have to take’em out.
On a brighter note, I met up with crazy moe last night (my trainer) because we had some interesting shit to do. You see, a couple of months ago, crazy moe told me that he wanted to start a cycle with trenbolone as a base but there is no way on earth he’d find some real tren here in saudi (what they do is fill the vial up with deca and put a tren sticker on it). Anyway, I told him why not make some yourself. He laughed and thought I was kidding until he saw the “I’m not kidding, ass!” look on my face. When I explained the whole procedure to him, he had this dumb ass smile on his face and he looked like a 3 year old kid in a candy store (crazy moe is around 6’4, 260 lbs… with a baby face) anyway, I just told him to give me time to get all the stuff I needed ready. We met up last night and started our little “chemistry experiment”. 6 hours later, TA DA!!! 25 ml of pure golden trenbolone at a concentration of 80 mg/ml. needless to say, the whole procedure was easy and as cheap as f***. The whole thing cost us $85, where a 10 ml vial of fake trenbolone at a concentration of 75mg/ml would cost $115. crazy moe will start the tren in 2 weeks, so I’ll update you on how that goes. If it works, well, I guess Saudi Arabia will have a new steroid roaming around.
While I was chatting with crazy moe, he started talking about some pretty disturbing stuff. Saudi steroid dealers are really cruel people. And of course, saudi steroid users are extremely stupid and naive to fall for their tricks. You see, there are two kinds of people in the steroid game in saudi. You have the newbies, and the “I’ve done 7 cycles in less than a year” type of people. Usually, newbies get ripped off and pay more than ten times what they’re supposed to pay for the steroids. I know a guy who bought 10 ml of stanazolol for 800 riyals, where a 20 ml vial costs 100 riyals. Anyway, the problem isn’t with newbies. Experienced users know how much everything costs, but they don’t know shit about cycling. So, what do the dealers do? They sell them a “cycle”. Preloaded syringes with only god knows what, that’ll surely give you the results you’re looking for. Now, the only person that knows what’s in those syringes is the dealer. All the user has to do is pay and inject. So, the dealer still makes a good profit, and the user, as always, gets screwed over. This whole “operation” explains a lot about those idiots in the gym with girl scout titties.

Excerpts from the diary of a pissed off bodybuilder
THE trip

well, i just got back from malaysia last friday, which kicked ass by the way. Mariam and I spent 3 days in kuala lumpur (which transelates to muddy river... don't look like a f***ing muddy river to me), 3 days in langkawi, and 5 days back in kuala lumpur to "go shopping"... well, everything was fine and dandy until on our last day in langkawi my wife got really sick and she could barely move... she went through alot (700 steps to see a water fall, fighting off two monkeys for an icecream cone, and going through the smell in china town).. so her sickness gave us an excuse to stay at the hotel, order 90 ringit burgers, and watch dvds... yeah buddy. Mariam's ok now, thank god... and now it's my turn to get f***ing sick. i have a throat infection and i guess my tonsels have switched sides and joined the enemy. time to go shop for antibiotics... don't you just love saudi :) .... anyways, the food in malaysia was... well... i'd rather eat my own shit. so it was mc d's and the king for me. I didn't stop working out, they had kick ass gyms in the hotels. but the food.... THE FOOD... OH GOD!!! AAAAHHHHHHH....sniff, sniff... i lost around 7 kilograms... mostly muscle... mariam says i still look big but her eyes say i look like a piece of shit. when i came back, i met with jawad... as we were saying our hellos, i could see the look on jawad's face.. it was like "WHAT THE F*** HAPPENED TO YOU??" ... and he saw the look on my face... it was like "say one word and i'll rip off your testicles". If you want to know what 7 kilos of muscle look like... go to a supermarket, gather up 7 kilos of ground beef.... that's what i lost. anyway, i hate myself now and i'll do whatever the hell i can to gain them back... and some. so, i'm going on a superdrol/phera-plex cycle for 4 weeks on a dose of 20 mg/day of each. Is that stupid? of course it is... it's not about health for me... so... f*** it. i'll post my results in a couple of weeks. just to give you a baseline... i was 83 kg last saturday. i measured today at 84.7 kg. it's a combined results of muscle memory and the cycle. anyways, i'm hoping to hit a clean 87 or 88 without any fat gain, and hopefully some fat loss (i'm at around 10-11% right now with a33.5 inch waist. )
again, if you have any questions, suggestions, or hate mail, please email me at bu_selmo@yahoo.com

salutations, bitches

i apologize for not posting for a long ass time but i was on vacation with my lovely wife. i've started replying to the emails i got and i hope you didn't get pissed off for the late replies. anyways, i'm planning on posting later tonight or tomorrow if i get the chance...