I went to my cardiologist. It was a standard, rushed seven-minute appointment. He barely looked up from his laptop. He told me my blood pressure was creeping up, doubled my statin dose, and said, "The bedroom issues are just a normal part of getting older."
His "management" plan destroyed my quality of life. Within a week on the higher statin dose, the muscle rot set in. My legs ached constantly. I became a "statin cripple," hitting a wall of exhaustion every day at 2 PM where I felt like I was moving through wet concrete.
I was losing my masculinity to Big Pharma poison. I felt like a shell of myself in my own house, terrified I was just going to become a medical burden to my family.
I refused to accept that this was "just getting older."