As I sat in the waiting room, flipping through a dog-eared magazine from 2019, I couldn’t help but feel a mix of nerves and anticipation. This was it—my first consultation with a specialist about my TRT journey. The room was quiet, save for the occasional beep from the receptionist’s computer and the distant hum of a vacuum cleaner. It felt like the calm before the storm, or maybe just the calm before a very informative chat.