I've sort of posted about this in the past but I've finally come to a point where I believe a change in doctors is necessary.
The clinic I'm currently going to is disorganized, iffy and generally uncomfortable at best. You never know if you're going to get stuck with an
extremely inexperienced nurse (this last one took twenty two minutes to draw my blood after my *** was in the chair), rude front desk employees or just zero communication from any of the staff.
My endo is a very nice lady. She's polite, engaging and she doesn't try to rush you through appointments. That said, I think she and I are just on very different planets when it comes to our concept of what my levels should look like.
I'm a very binary (somewhat older at 30) man. The hairier, beardier, meatier, and musclier I can be, the better.
I started transitioning just a hair over two years ago at 28 and have been playing the catch up game to my like-aged peers ever since. All of my pre-T levels were in a very healthy range and all of my post-T levels (even at my high dose) were optimal
apart from my hemoglobin/hematocrit. At my highest dose (where I felt the best mentally, emotionally and physically), my hemoglobin was at 17.1 and my hematocrit sat at 51.5 after 10 months. My T levels during this time were between 800-900 which, to me, was ideal.
She freaked out at these levels which inadvertently caused me to worry and immediately recommended I cut my dose in half. The halved dose wasn't as drastic as I was concerned it would be but, after several months, the hematocrit and hemoglobin levels hadn't really budged. My T levels, however, had dropped to the 700's--not 'optimal', I guess, but no big deal--but I still felt all right at the dose.
Here's where it started to get really, really ridiculous and hazy. She told me at the time that, since I'd been on T for almost two years, it was "perfectly fine to shoot for T levels in the 200-300 range" with a very small T dose. She made it seem like my blood levels were life-threatening at first and actually made the recommendation that I may have to stop taking testosterone altogether. I let her know that absolutely wasn't an option and she backpedaled a little bit to disclose that I could 'hypothetically get blood draws every three months' to keep my RBC issues at bay.
I more than agreed to that. She told me that I should cut my dose again in the meantime until she could find a hematologist she'd feel comfortable recommending me to. I was not stoked about this in the slightest but I obliged and left the appointment feeling like a stroke or something was imminent because that was the impression she left me with.
So I went down to this super piddly little dose--lower than the vast majority of starter doses I've seen, even--and within a couple weeks started feeling major shifts. Low energy, low interest, hugely decreased sex drive and general sluggishness came first. Over time, this has developed into irritability, random anxious episodes (I'm not an anxious person at all), edginess and a definite stagnation in physical changes. I reported these things to her on our next appointment and she gave me the runaround and said she hadn't found a hematologist yet(

) and I should just continue on this dose. She ran a blood test to check my T levels and RBC count.
As to be expected, I haven't been feeling any better at all and I don't recall having felt this terrible or out of sorts since pre-HRT.
The other night on Thursday, I did something I've only done two other times in my life to someone I
never would do this to: I got into a yelling match with my fiancee of ten years.
I started it. I don't yell unless the circumstance really necessitates doing so because I think it's an illogical, emotionally heady way to approach a situation.
The next night on Friday, I got the voicemail with her calling back regarding my levels. The hemoglobin has dropped to 14.1 and the hematocrit decreased to 44.1. She was thrilled with these levels and talked about them for a while in the message before quickly and unceremoniously saying that my T count was at 238. She finished off the message by saying, "Stay the course, you're still within a male range".
This is absolutely unacceptable to me. The initial problem had a very simple solution to which I, without hesitation, agreed to undergo. Now my counts are in the ****ter, I feel like garbage and I'm angry. This would be an entirely different situation if all my counts had been off--ridiculously high cholesterol, liver function issues, etc.--but they weren't. There was never a need for me to feel like this right now.
She's not in her office again until Monday but a very lengthy discussion is going to be had. If she balks, I walk.