My name is Jake Morrison.
Two years ago, I thought I was doing everything right.
I live in Austin with my wife Sarah and our two kids (ages 3 and 5).
Good job as a software engineer. Regular gym sessions. Trying to be a good dad.
But I was exhausted all the time.
I looked in the mirror one day and realized the dad bod crept in quickly.
That's why when my annual physical showed testosterone at 420 ng/dL, I wasn't surprised.
"That's on the lower end," my doctor said. "Technically normal, but you might benefit from looking into it."
So I did what every concerned guy does—I researched online.
And that's when the targeted ads started.
"Low T? Get Treated From Home!"
"TRT Delivered to Your Door!"
"Feel Like 25 Again!"
I clicked on one. Filled out a questionnaire. Uploaded my blood work.
Within 24 hours, I had a video consultation scheduled.
The doctor spent exactly 12 minutes with me.
"Your numbers are low," he said, scrolling through his phone. "Let's get you started on 200mg per week. You'll feel amazing."
I should have felt relieved.
Instead, something felt terribly wrong.