Cincinnati Kid
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I've been struggling with this decision over the last few days. Finasteride is finally starting to take it's toll on me. After 3 months on the drug, the side effects no longer look to be going away. They were never too serious at first -- bothersome more than anything. I was lying to myself however. There were days there early on that I experienced slight ED, to which I chalked up to my body getting used to the drug. Then those side effects stabilized for the most part, and only watery semen was really left as a side effect. However, I've noticed over the past month or so that I've had serious ED intermittently. I'd be fine for a couple days, and be able to salute at a moments notice, but then for two or three days I couldn't get an erection to save my life.
In the midst of my longest erection drought ever, I am pretty much feeling like throwing in the towel. I binge drank at my brother's birthday party on Monday night, and had a few at the bar with my buddies on Tuesday night, so those times I can blame on whiskey d*ck, but it's like since then my penis has taken a bunch of sick days. I feel like I'm literally in a Sophie's Choice scenario right now. Do I cut the chord right now while it's still early enough for the side effects to go away, and learn to come to grips with the fact that within a few years I am going to be basically balder than a cue ball? Or do I continue to suffer through all this in the hopes that I'm just imagining all these symptoms?
In the midst of my longest erection drought ever, I am pretty much feeling like throwing in the towel. I binge drank at my brother's birthday party on Monday night, and had a few at the bar with my buddies on Tuesday night, so those times I can blame on whiskey d*ck, but it's like since then my penis has taken a bunch of sick days. I feel like I'm literally in a Sophie's Choice scenario right now. Do I cut the chord right now while it's still early enough for the side effects to go away, and learn to come to grips with the fact that within a few years I am going to be basically balder than a cue ball? Or do I continue to suffer through all this in the hopes that I'm just imagining all these symptoms?
