It all started when my aorta sprung a leak.
While I don’t consider myself any kind of medical marvel, you couldn’t tell my doctors that. I left the hospital with a prescription for metropolol and a 40 mg dose of Crestor. (We’ll talk about the Crestor some other time.)
The metropolol made me sluggish, tired, unable to string two thoughts together. It also triggered unbearable attacks of Raynaud’s. Both hands would go numb for hours, fingers cold, palms an icy blue. Bad news if you’re a writer; worse when you start thinking you’re going to get frost bite (not unheard of for Raynaud’s).






