As I age, a dizzying variety of medicines, vitamins, unguents and devices are keeping my creaky corpus afloat. There are scripts to ward off AFib, others to manage blood pressure and still others to address my stenosis. Wildly expensive eye drops keep my peepers peeping and OTC ones keep them moist. Bedtime is an elaborate production involving a CPAP machine with the same face mask used by Air Force fighter pilots. Oh, and there’s a mouth guard (US$1,800.00, if you don’t mind) and a compound that tells my buccal muscle to sit down and shut up. But now a new and fearsome item has joined the armamentarium.
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