The orginial post that you put up sounded like I wrote it. I was sure that my testosterone was the fault. I was tired, no energy, no libido. I was ready to cash it in because I didn’t want to live like this.
I went to an endriconologist and he did a super duper blood testing job. He even had a sample sent to the Mayo clinic. His conclusion was that I have depression. I thought yeah right that is something crazy people get. There is no reason for me to be depressed. I had also given up alcohol which is a depressent so I should have been better.
He really thought my testroterone was okay and he didn’t want to raise the level because of other complications that that could cause. So he talked me into going on an anti-depressant. Effecor (sp). I couldn’t believe it but it works.
Depression is not just for crazy people any more! :)
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