Following Edge

As reported previously, my new doctor started me on a number of treatments to correct my extreme fatigue, including Testosterone injections. The treatments have really helped my energy level, even though it's only been two months and full results aren't expected for six to twelve months, at least.

That's good, but within a few weeks of starting the Testosterone injections, as you might expect, I became barely tolerable to Anne Marie. In fact, just about the time that she threatened to "put a bell around my neck", the doctor determined that my levels were still too low and increased my dose by 50%. So now, I'm even worse, and the doctor may be increasing the dose again next week. Now, a bell around my neck may not even be the beginning of a solution.

To say I'm preoccupied with sex these days is an outrageous understatement. I wonder if all men (with normal Testosterone levels, that is) have this problem. Even when I'm working and at my most focused, there are difficulties. For example, last time I designed a new spam filter for the company, I could scan hundreds of spam messages a minute for incorrectly filtered emails. Now, I have a harder time scanning through the list. Although it's not on a conscious level, my best theory is that an increased part of my mind is distracted by the common spam subjects "Tanned Blonde Hardcore", "Girls eager to get in some hot, hard touch!", and "Petite Lesbian Virgins Undress". Just a theory, of course.

Of course, spam is likely to introduce sex into anything, isn't it. But what about Postscript programming? Now, that is a dry and technical language that could not lead to any off-color thoughts. But, as I'm looking through Postscript code today, my eyes keep catching on the commands stroke and fill.

Off of work, it's not as bad as it could be, but I have been finding myself ending up in some curious corners of the Internet. As you all know, panties are a running theme on this blog. In order to further that theme, I had subscribed to the "panties" tag on del.icio.us to see other blogs talking about the world of panties. That brought me to the forget-me-not panties viral marketing site, as well as more, and more, and more Internet sites that I normally wouldn't give a first look to. Then, there's my big purchases at blowfish.com.

I can't imagine that most men are this preoccupied by sex, but maybe they are and I've just had a break for the last decade. Whatever the story it, I'm sure Anne Marie is going to move from "a bell around my neck" to an electric fence if the dose is increased even further.