Told this story many a time.
Started at 50 as a function of TRT.
My wife suggested it, not because of my physique but because she was starting hormone therapy and the doctor only treated couples (for parity, smart).
Got tested, was at the low end of the scale, 300?, but felt just fine.
Doctor (osteopath) said okay, let’s start low, like 50mg every 2 weeks. I knew from this forum (why I joined this forum, biggest mistake of my life . . .
, joke), I said now way, once a week. Agreed. She showed me how to inject and we were off and running. Got tested frequently at he start and all was good. Started bumping up dosages to to get it as high as I could, thinking more is better. So slowly more and more because I was feeling so good and growing like a bad habit.
She gave me all I wanted until I started seeing some red flags on my blood tests.
Eventually got up to 600mg every week. Big as a house for me, people did not recognize me, clothes did not fit, always looking for a place to sit down, tired, terrible anxiety, generally felt like a shit sandwich but looked great. (My T never got above I think about 1600 regardless of my dosages. Weird.)
Got blood tests done, dropped my dose down to 100mg every 2 weeks until I felt better. Then bumped it up to a tad under 100mg a week.
Fast forward, new doctor, Urologist, fully onboard with TRT, new script says .3 to .4 every 4 days, doctor days I will feel great on this but never felt a difference. At ~ 100mg a week now when I remember, T hovers around 1,100 now, he wants it ~800 but I fudge. Bloods look great. Donate 2 to 3 times a year. I look okay for my age so others say. I still can’t get the vision of a younger me out of my head.
Truth be told I bump it up maybe once year, briefly, to to see if I still ‘got it’ but don’t, no way near what I was and I am just fine with that. More important things in life for me for now. Can’t chase an unattainable dream / goal, forever, gotta grow up sometime.
Am going to be 69 in August. Arthritis is low back, other than that, fit as a fiddle. No significant aches or pains. Just lucky I guess.
That is my story. Long story I know, but things like this I believe must be viewed in context.
I am glad I waited. The internet and availability of steroids being what it is today, I surely would have abused steroids in my youth, chasing an unattainable vision of myself and how I was be viewed by others . . . mostly men; didn’t seem to matter much to women as long as I was lean and athletic looking and not a jerk and but them first.