It was a morning almost like any other. The sun was shining on this late November day, the birds were chirping, the coffee was perking, and the zen was flowing. Then, all was interrupted by a text alert that a particular high blood pressure medication had been RECALLED.
The first thing I considered as my step-father read the details aloud was that I had always associated the word RECALL with THINGS like cars or phones or toys. How wrong I was. How awful to think that a medication that you are currently taking to improve or maintain your health can actually harm you.
After sharing with me the details of the recall, my stepfather announced that this medication was, in fact, the medication that he currently takes. Without missing a beat, or paying any attention to the terror on my mug, he emailed his doctor:
Cazzetto Cooperative 