I'd been reading a lot on these forums and was trolling through the Side Effects ones quite a bit. As much as I am a fan of finasteride...I still don't want to get sides, and I'll drop it if I start to get them.
So, I read about people who had chronic fatigue, and some that had a lack of dreams for years because they couldn't hit REM sleep stage. I started freaking out. I've been fighting exhaustion since early this year (Been on finasteride for over 3), and I couldn't really remember the last time that I had a vivid dream. I remember earlier this year where I'd take 2 naps a day, just to get through work! I'd upped my finasteride dosage from .5 to 1.25mg, and that scared be because it was probably a sign that pointed to sides.
I freaked out, like, literally. I could feel the fear in my chest. "NO! I don't want to stop finasteride, I don't want to be bald like my old man and older brother! I still want to make the trek out to LA and try to transition from these low-budget movies to something that people might actually see!" etc etc. It was full on panic. I felt like I wanted to throw up and cry at the same time.
My next step was to decide to figure out if it really was the finasteride. I ordered 30 1mg pills, and I was going to cut them in half and go back to .5mg and see if that helped. I also decided to sleep upstairs on the futon in my "man-cave" for a few nights. My wife wasn't sure about this decision, she was sure that it was a sign I wanted a divorce because I didn't want to sleep with her. Nope, I'm just a very meticulous person, and I didn't want to wait 3 weeks to find out if going to .5mg would help anything.
Day 1 (Wednesday night): I went to bed at 11pm (it's rare to be in bed before midnight for me) and woke up at 8am. Had a dream, but I don't remember what it was. Work was fine, no need for a nap. Felt pretty good all day. Had a basketball game (city league) and scored 31 pts with 14 rebounds and 11 assists. Good day overall.
Day 2: Went to bed at 1am, woke up at 8am. Had another dream, but don't remember it now. Work was still ok. Took a nap during lunch break, but overall not bad. Built 2 computers for people.
Day 3: Went to bed around midnight, got up at 10am. Had a dream that I was living in Las Vegas and working for Gold and Silver Pawn (the shop from Pawn Stars). Rick confessed to me that he was hooked on valium because his days are so stressful. He also had some pretty violent mood swings when the cameras were off. I got off my shift to go play basketball and he gave me a Florida Gators hat that he signed for me. (I'd say that was a pretty vivid dream)
So, I feel like 3 nights are a pretty decent sample size. I sat down today after drinking my morning AMP Energy Drink and thought it out.....and then it all made sense to me.
Back at the start of January I got cast as the lead male role in a movie called "Embrace". The role required 2 sex scenes and a few shirtless scenes. I started working out 2x a day (during lunch, and after work) to buff up. "If I'm going to be shirtless on camera, then I'm gonna be proud of it!". Work also kicked into overdrive that month (always busy from Jan-April) and I was working an average of 55hrs a week. I still try to workout 2x a day, and I also play Basketball 2x a week now. In spite of all this, my sleeping habits had not changed. I was still getting only 5-7hrs of sleep, even though I was at LEAST twice as active.
My wife and I share a full bed (bed sizes go King > Queen > Full > Twin > Single). She moves around a lot in her sleep, so I end up sleeping in an area less than the size of a single mattress. I was probably getting woken up every few hours because of her moving around, which prevented me from hitting REM sleep.
I remedied these 2 situations for 3 days, and I feel better than I have in months!
So, just a word of warning out there to you guys who are on finasteride, but scared shitless of sides. Your mind is a POWERFUL tool! If you've seen my posts, you know that I'm one of the largest finasteride supporters on this board....and even I had convinced myself that I had some sides, and was contemplating dropping finasteride and going bald. Humans are a curious bunch, and they need answers to everything. If your mind has a question, it will find an answer....even if it's not truly the right one.
So, I read about people who had chronic fatigue, and some that had a lack of dreams for years because they couldn't hit REM sleep stage. I started freaking out. I've been fighting exhaustion since early this year (Been on finasteride for over 3), and I couldn't really remember the last time that I had a vivid dream. I remember earlier this year where I'd take 2 naps a day, just to get through work! I'd upped my finasteride dosage from .5 to 1.25mg, and that scared be because it was probably a sign that pointed to sides.
I freaked out, like, literally. I could feel the fear in my chest. "NO! I don't want to stop finasteride, I don't want to be bald like my old man and older brother! I still want to make the trek out to LA and try to transition from these low-budget movies to something that people might actually see!" etc etc. It was full on panic. I felt like I wanted to throw up and cry at the same time.
My next step was to decide to figure out if it really was the finasteride. I ordered 30 1mg pills, and I was going to cut them in half and go back to .5mg and see if that helped. I also decided to sleep upstairs on the futon in my "man-cave" for a few nights. My wife wasn't sure about this decision, she was sure that it was a sign I wanted a divorce because I didn't want to sleep with her. Nope, I'm just a very meticulous person, and I didn't want to wait 3 weeks to find out if going to .5mg would help anything.
Day 1 (Wednesday night): I went to bed at 11pm (it's rare to be in bed before midnight for me) and woke up at 8am. Had a dream, but I don't remember what it was. Work was fine, no need for a nap. Felt pretty good all day. Had a basketball game (city league) and scored 31 pts with 14 rebounds and 11 assists. Good day overall.
Day 2: Went to bed at 1am, woke up at 8am. Had another dream, but don't remember it now. Work was still ok. Took a nap during lunch break, but overall not bad. Built 2 computers for people.
Day 3: Went to bed around midnight, got up at 10am. Had a dream that I was living in Las Vegas and working for Gold and Silver Pawn (the shop from Pawn Stars). Rick confessed to me that he was hooked on valium because his days are so stressful. He also had some pretty violent mood swings when the cameras were off. I got off my shift to go play basketball and he gave me a Florida Gators hat that he signed for me. (I'd say that was a pretty vivid dream)
So, I feel like 3 nights are a pretty decent sample size. I sat down today after drinking my morning AMP Energy Drink and thought it out.....and then it all made sense to me.
Back at the start of January I got cast as the lead male role in a movie called "Embrace". The role required 2 sex scenes and a few shirtless scenes. I started working out 2x a day (during lunch, and after work) to buff up. "If I'm going to be shirtless on camera, then I'm gonna be proud of it!". Work also kicked into overdrive that month (always busy from Jan-April) and I was working an average of 55hrs a week. I still try to workout 2x a day, and I also play Basketball 2x a week now. In spite of all this, my sleeping habits had not changed. I was still getting only 5-7hrs of sleep, even though I was at LEAST twice as active.
My wife and I share a full bed (bed sizes go King > Queen > Full > Twin > Single). She moves around a lot in her sleep, so I end up sleeping in an area less than the size of a single mattress. I was probably getting woken up every few hours because of her moving around, which prevented me from hitting REM sleep.
I remedied these 2 situations for 3 days, and I feel better than I have in months!
So, just a word of warning out there to you guys who are on finasteride, but scared shitless of sides. Your mind is a POWERFUL tool! If you've seen my posts, you know that I'm one of the largest finasteride supporters on this board....and even I had convinced myself that I had some sides, and was contemplating dropping finasteride and going bald. Humans are a curious bunch, and they need answers to everything. If your mind has a question, it will find an answer....even if it's not truly the right one.