A very generous patron has decided that I've earned my first cycle. I've been busting my ass moving heavy weights and he decided it was time for a special gift. I'm never going to be the same. First dose tomorrow. I'm about to finally leave natty life behind and I never want to go back!
Holy shit my doctor gave me the all clear on testosterone therapy. Holy fuck Holy fuck.
Personal stuff/meds/hormone talk under the cut.
I've been exhausted no matter what I do, how much I sleep, rest, eat healthy, stick to a schedule, I'm tired. And not the usual low points of mental health and burn out. I can't recover any energy. After testing for diabetes and other notable family illness, I asked my test levels to get checked.
So it turns out that my test is low, but not low enough for me to be classified as deficient, but low enough that I'd be looking at a deficiency later in life, but sooner than average.
I flat-out said I want to see that number go up. No arguing that it's too early for me to start TRT, no telling me to micromanage another facet of my life to see if it improves, just a nod and the start of a conversation on what's available to me for testosterone therapy. Told me to do some research and come back with some information about which I'd prefer.
Listen, I'm a cis dude, but this is genuinely uplifting to hear. Not only will this hopefully help my physical health and energy levels, but the mental health should tick up with it, from what I'm seeing and hearing on forums and research. I've struggled with not feeling like I'm physically man-enough my entire life, between my stature and lack of traditionally masculine features, to the daddy issues I can't even get into here, lol.
Hopefully in a month I'll be on my first dose of T and starting that road.
Noticed something when doing my laundry today. I've only worn tank tops this week cause I'm seeing slight definition in my arms. And I'm looking at myself in reflections tenfold over my usual avoidance of mirrors. Something's happening.