At colby's request, here's my creatine story in detail from my w/o journal....
My story:
I've had a really horrible month, health wise...and some of it (perhaps all of it) was my fault.
About 3,4 weeks ago, I woke up one morning to find I couldn't get out of bed. I was having such severe muscle pain that I literally couldn't move. The pain was on the outside of both my legs, as well as the inner parts of my arms. I also had zero grip strength, and when I did try to grab something, my hands would shake.
Scared shitless, my wife called our doctor, and he told me to come in immediately. It took about 2 hours for me to get out of bed, get dressed and get to the doctor. My doctor is 5 minutes from my house.
When I got there, he was very grave looking. He feared some type of sudden onset neurological muscular disorder. Now, I was really panicked. I saw my life flash b/4 my eyes...my 2 year old son being 16 and seeing a father who couldn't walk anymore. I was thinking horrible, horrible thoughts.
So anyway, as I'm getting ready to leave the room, the doctor askes, almost as an afterthought, "Do you take creatine, by any chance?" I told him yes, that I'd been taking a maintenance dose for several months now, about a teaspoon a day or so. He told me to cut out the creatine...immediately...and see if symptoms don't improve in a couple days.
Sure enough, in 24 hours the pain was cut by half, and by the following week, it had disappated completely. Turns out, I was suffering from creatine toxicity.
This is one of those lessons I only need to learn one time...my supplement days are over. Creatine is one of the most studied and "considered safe" supplements out there...and yet, look what happened to me.
So, I manage to get over that hurdle, and then my body, already in a weakened state, gets hit with an upper respiratory infection. I'm just about recovering from that, and then, of course, I had to go to my friend's bachelor party, which consisted of a 24-hour booze cruise out of New York.
That cruise was Saturday into Sunday, and now, of course, I have a wicked cough and feel TOTALLY in the $hitter. I drank way too much, gambled way too much, slept way too little, and now am suffering for that. (It WAS a great time, though )