AT MY LAST CHECKUP, my primary care physician declared me to be in peak health. Yes, I could be more diligent about my vitamin D, but overall, this 58-year-old tennis addict’s lab results were pretty stellar—no problems with sugar, cholesterol, or blood pressure.
But if I’m so hale and hearty, why is the baggie of meds I bring to my doctor getting bigger each year? I feel like I’m swallowing a daily fistful of drugs and supplements, and it’s making me uncomfortable.
There’s levothyroxine for my sluggish thyroid, prescription eye drops to ward off glaucoma, allergy meds for my itchy eyes and sniffling, and a two-pronged hormone replacement therapy protocol (progesterone pills and estrogen-testosterone cream). On the over-the-counter front, I gobble melatonin, Tylenol PM, and Olly Sleep gummies to…
