5 Reasons You Can't Get Hard After 45. Your Doctor Only Checks the First One.

He hands you the pill in four minutes. The other four reasons run through an organ he never touched.

My wife stopped reaching for me last spring.

Not all at once. First she stopped trying on Saturdays. Then she stopped trying at all. Now she goes to bed before me and faces the wall, and I stand in the hallway and wait until I hear her breathing slow down.

She thinks I don't want her anymore.

I let her think that. Because the truth is worse. The truth is I can't get hard. Some nights it never shows up. Some nights it shows up and quits halfway. Since about 49.

I'm 53. I fix air conditioners in Phoenix. I drink five, maybe six beers a night, and I'm not going to pretend I'm quitting.

The first time it happened, I blamed the beer. The second time I blamed work. By the tenth time I quit blaming anything, and I just quit trying, so I wouldn't have to watch her face when it didn't work.

If you're past 45 and any of this sounds like you, read the whole thing. There are five reasons a man stops getting hard. Your doctor checks one.

The Four-Minute Visit

I finally told my doctor. Took me two years to say it out loud. "I can't get it up, doc." Six words. Felt like confessing to a cop.

He didn't look up from his screen. He asked if I got morning erections. I said not really. He said it happens with age. Then he wrote me a prescription for Viagra.

Four fucking minutes. I timed it on the clock over his door.

He never asked how much I drink. He never asked why my belly is hard as a dashboard. He never ordered one test on my liver.

And the pills worked. For a while.

Then they worked half the time. Then I was taking two and lying there soft as a wet sock while my wife patted my arm and said, "It's fine. It happens."

The fourth time she said it, she didn't even look at me.

Reason #1: The Pipes Down There Clog First

This is the one your doctor checks.

Getting hard is blood. That's it. Blood rushes in, gets trapped, and you stay hard.

The arteries that feed your dick are tiny. Much smaller than the ones that feed your heart. So when your blood vessels start to go, those little pipes go first. Doctors even call it an early warning. A man who can't get hard today can be the man in the ER with a heart attack a few years later.

So your doctor sees a blood flow problem and hands you a blood flow pill.

Here's the part he skips. The pill doesn't fix the pipes. It turns up the signal that tells the blood to rush in. That's like turning up the volume on a speaker with a blown wire. It works until it doesn't.

And when it stops working, he gives you a bigger dose. Nobody asks why the wire blew.

Reason #2: Your Testosterone Is Leaking Out

Here's something I didn't know until this year. The blue pill works worse when your testosterone is low.

Researchers who looked at this found that low testosterone seems to blunt how well those pills work. Maybe that's why two pills still left me soft. Maybe the pill was fine and I just didn't have enough of what it needed to work with.

And what drains a man's testosterone? Drinking. Every night. For twenty years.

Your body makes testosterone, and alcohol knocks it down. One night, you bounce back. Twenty years of nights, and you don't.

My doctor never checked mine. Four minutes, remember.

Reason #3: The Estrogen Your Liver Stopped Taking Out

Yes, men have estrogen. Everybody does. You just don't want extra hanging around.

Your liver is supposed to take it out, like a trash man. When the liver falls behind, the estrogen stays.

And it gets worse. Belly fat turns testosterone into more estrogen. So the bigger and harder the belly gets, the more of your testosterone it eats. Less of what keeps you hard. More of what grows you a chest.

That's the hard belly that won't move. That's the chest that got soft. That's the dick that doesn't wake up anymore. Same problem, three places.

Reason #4: Whiskey Dick Grew Up

At 25, whiskey dick was one bad night. You laughed about it the next morning.

At 53, it's every night. Even the nights I stop at three.

Here's why. Beer is a downer. It dulls the nerves that start the whole thing. At 25 you had testosterone to spare, so you bounced back by morning. At 53, after twenty years of nights, the testosterone is already low and the estrogen is already high. The beer just finishes the job.

The beer didn't change. The man drinking it did.

That's the joke from your twenties turning into your marriage.

Reason #5: Every Beer Sends the Bill to the Same Address

Reason 2 knocked your testosterone down. Reason 3 left extra estrogen hanging around. Reason 4 dulled the nerves. And every one of those beers landed on the same organ. Every single night. For twenty years.

Nobody ever checked it. It was never on the four-minute list.

I call it the Cleanup Problem. Twenty years of beer, and one organ doing all the cleanup.

So I looked it up at 1am on my phone, sitting on the edge of the tub so I wouldn't wake her.

A big government health survey looked at thousands of American men. The men whose blood work pointed to a fatty liver were more than twice as likely to have trouble getting hard. More than twice. Even after they adjusted for other things, like age.

And almost nobody who has a fatty liver knows it. One big study found about 96 out of 100 Americans with it had no idea.

I'm not saying a fatty liver causes it. Nobody has proven that. I'm saying the men with one were twice as likely to be lying next to a wife who stopped asking. And not one doctor in four minutes is going to bring it up.

That's bullshit. I sat on that tub and I was so pissed I couldn't see straight.

So I Quit Drinking, Right?

No. Let me say this plain, because I know what you're thinking.

I did a dry month in January. Thirty-one days. I was a miserable son of a bitch to live with, and nothing in the bedroom changed. Twenty years of overload doesn't clean up in a month.

And I'm not giving up the beer. That's the truth. If your plan for me starts with "quit drinking," you've already lost me.

So I asked a different question. Not "how do I stop drinking?" More like "how do I help the organ that's been cleaning up after me for twenty years?"

What I Started Taking

The answer kept coming back to the same plant. Milk thistle.

I laughed. I already had milk thistle. A big drugstore bottle that said "1,000 milligrams" on the front in giant letters. I took it for six weeks and felt nothing.

So I read that label again. Not one word about how much silymarin was inside. Silymarin is the part of milk thistle that actually helps your liver. The bottle bragged about the weight of the plant and stayed quiet about the part that matters.

Same plant. Different dose.

What I take now is Enerra. It's milk thistle at 80% silymarin. That's 240 milligrams of the part that matters, and it says so right on the label. Plus five more ingredients, and it tells you how much of each.

Now here's the honest part, and I want you to hear it.

A liver pill is not a boner pill. It doesn't work like that and anybody who tells you it does is lying to you. I didn't take Enerra for my dick. I took it for the Cleanup Problem. The organ behind reasons 2 through 5, the one nobody ever checked.

What happened after that, I'll just tell you straight.

Week One: Mornings

By the end of the first week I woke up lighter. That's the only word for it. My face wasn't puffy. I didn't grab the sink to get up.

Nothing else. I figured I was making it up.

Week Two: The Afternoons

Around day ten I was on a rooftop at 2pm in Phoenix in October, and I didn't want to lie down in the truck. For a guy who used to sit in the cab with the AC blasting for twenty minutes, that's not small.

Month One: The Belly

Around week five the belly didn't sit like a rock anymore. I got out of the shower and didn't grab the towel to cover it before she saw.

I hadn't changed my beer. I hadn't done a sit-up.

Month Two: 6am

I'm not giving you a play-by-play. My wife reads everything on my phone and she'd have my balls.

I'll just say this. One Sunday, a little before six, she rolled over. Toward me. Not the wall.

First time since spring.

I'm not going to tell you what did it. I don't know. I'm not a doctor. Maybe it was the liver. Maybe it was that I wasn't dead on my feet by 2pm anymore, or that I wasn't hiding my belly under a towel. Maybe it was all of it.

What I know is she reached for me, and I didn't flinch and pretend to be asleep.

After, she went down and made two coffees and brought them back to bed. She hasn't done that since our first apartment. She handed me mine and said, "There you are."

That night I didn't stand in the hallway. I went to bed when she did.

The pills are still in the medicine cabinet. I'm not telling you to throw yours out. That's between you and your doctor. Just make him check your liver while you're there.

What's Actually in the Bottle

Six ingredients. Here's the label, so you don't have to take my word for it.

• Milk thistle, 300mg, standardized to 80% silymarin (that's 240mg of silymarin). The heavy lifter.
• Inositol, 200mg. Your body makes some on its own, and your liver uses it when it handles fat.
• Pueraria, 68mg, standardized to 10% puerarin. Kudzu root. Used in Chinese medicine for centuries, and studied in heavy drinkers.
• Turmeric, 4mg, standardized to 95% curcuminoids. The yellow spice. Small dose.
• Vitamin C, 10mg. The plain stuff.
• L-methionine, 10mg. An amino acid your liver uses.

The rest are support, at small doses. I'm not going to pretend 4mg of turmeric is the hero.

I take it in the morning with my coffee. That's the whole thing. It's $39.99 a bottle, and with Buy 2, Get 1 Free it comes out under $27 a bottle.

Put that next to what you're already paying. The doctor was four minutes and a copay. The pills are a refill every month. Neither one ever went near your liver. Keep them both. This is the part they skipped, and you get 90 days to decide.

It's made in the USA. More than 53,000 people have ordered it. It has 4.8 stars. Fewer than 1 in 100 send it back.

What Other Guys Said

Here's something you'll notice. None of them talk about the bedroom.

Men don't. I didn't, for two years.

Here's what they did say:

"If you have that hard belly and you're tired all the time, just try one bottle." Justin M., verified customer

"Afternoons hold now." Ray, 51

"The bloat settles by mid-morning." Dana, 45

They talk about the mornings, the afternoons and the belly. That's where mine started too.

Don't Buy This If

Here's who shouldn't order it.

• You drink twice a week and you still wake up hard like you're 19.
• You want a boner pill. This isn't one. Your doctor already has those.
• You won't take it every morning with your coffee for 90 days.

Buy it if you drink most nights, your belly's hard, your afternoons are gone, and nobody has ever checked your liver. That's the Cleanup Problem.

Ninety Days From Now, You'll Be in One of Two Places

Path one. You close this page. You take two pills instead of one. Then you go back and he writes you a bigger dose, and he still doesn't check your liver. Ninety days from now your wife is still facing the wall, and you're still standing in the hallway waiting for her breathing to slow down.

Path two. You order it. You keep your beer. You change nothing else.

Around the first week, the mornings get lighter. Around the second, the afternoons hold. Around the first month, you stop grabbing the towel when you get out of the shower. And maybe one morning, she rolls over toward you.

That was my road. Yours may look different. Everybody is different.

If it doesn't do anything for you, you email them and you get your money back. Empty bottle, half a bottle, doesn't matter. Ninety days, because twenty years of overload doesn't turn around in thirty.

Try Enerra Risk-Free for 90 Days

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More than 53,000 people already took the same bet. Fewer than 1 in 100 sent it back.

P.S. Go back and do the morning test. When's the last time you woke up hard? If you had to think about it, your body already told you what your doctor didn't.

P.P.S. If your wife found this page and sent it to you, she's not mad. She's scared she did something wrong. Tell her she didn't.