Dan Cooper Facebook ad: “Elva, Modern Peptide Therapy, Delivered”

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"The bar would not click. Alton Towers, last August, the queue we had stood in for fifty minutes because my daughter had talked about nothing else since May. I sat down, pulled the harness down over my shoulders and it stopped about two inches short. I pushed. It stopped in the same place. The lad operating it could not have been nineteen. He came over, gave it a shove himself, then said, not unkindly, but loud enough, "sorry mate, you'll have to hop off." I climbed out and did the walk. Past the row of people already strapped in. Past the queue. My daughter was still sat in her seat, harness down, looking at me over her shoulder with her face doing something I had never seen it do before. She was not embarrassed. That would have been easier. She was worried about me. My wife took her round on it. I stood by the exit gate holding three coats and a bag of rock and I watched the ride go up and I have never wanted to be somewhere else so badly in my life. I started on the jab nine days later. And here is the part I do not think anyone talks about, so I am going to. It worked. That is not the problem. It worked from about the third week. The constant background noise about food, the six o'clock negotiation with myself, the thing where I would eat a proper dinner and then stand at the fridge at ten past nine like I was waiting for a bus. All of it just went quiet. I lost more than a stone before October. I did the buttons up on a coat. Then the dose went up, because that is how it is supposed to go, and the price went up with it. Then it happened again. By month five I was paying nearly double what I had signed up for, plus the subscription fee that renewed whether I wanted it to or not, plus delivery on a thing I had already paid for. I sat in the kitchen with the banking app open and did the sum. That number, every month, forever, against a mortgage that went up last year and never came back down and an energy bill you open standing up. I am not skint. I am the other thing. Working full time, both of us, and still nothing left at the end that is allowed to be spent on me. I cancelled it in about four seconds. Took less time than the ride would have. You know what happened next because you have watched it happen to someone. It all came back. Not straight away. Slowly, over about seven months, quietly, until I was standing in the same place I started, except now I had proof I could do it and proof I could not afford to. That is a worse place to stand. Trust me on that. And every time somebody at work said something, or the group chat did the thing it does, I would think, I was doing it. I was actually doing it. I just could not keep paying for it. My brother in law was the one who said it, at his kid's christening of all places. He had been on Elva since the spring. When he told me what he was paying I genuinely thought he had got confused, so I asked him twice, and then I asked him a third time on the way to the car. The catch, I assumed, was that it was not the same. It is not the usual device. It comes as small, you mix it yourself with what they send, which sounds like a job and takes about ninety seconds. Same ingredients. Same treatment. It is just not wearing a designer coat, and you are not being charged for the coat. That was the bit that got me, in the end. Not the saving. The realisation that the reason I had to stop last time was never medical. It was a pricing structure. Somebody in an office decided the number would climb as my plan climbed, and that decision took eleven months of my life off me. I have been back on it since February. The noise went quiet again, faster this time. My work shirts do up. I got through a Sunday walk with the dog and the in laws without doing the thing where you pretend to look at your phone so you can stop for a second. My mum went quiet on a video call last month and then said, oh love, look at you. My wife has started standing in the bathroom doorway while I am getting ready, not saying anything, just leaning there with a look on her face. She is not subtle. She has never once been subtle. And two weeks ago my daughter asked if we could go back to Alton Towers. I said yes. We are going in October, and it is being paid for out of what I am not spending on the version that priced me out. If you started something that was working and had to stop because the number got stupid, you did not fail at it. You were charged out of it. Those are not the same thing and you should stop letting yourself believe they are."

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