Gout, an arthritis affliction with its roots in antiquity, has not always been easy to treat. The traditional medicines employed for gout have been non-steroidal anti-inflammatory drugs (NSAIDS), colchicines, probenicid (Benemid), and allopurinol (Zyloprim).
Unfortunately, while effective, these drugs have their drawbacks. NSAIDS cause gastrointestinal complications; colchicines has been linked to severe neurologic and gastrointestinal problems; probenecid cannot be used in patients who do not have normal kidney function or who excrete too much uric acid in the urine; and allopurinol has been associated with severe side effects including liver, skin, and blood toxicity.
Interestingly, drugs you may take for other medical conditions may help you with gout. Losartan (Cozaar), a blood pressure medication, and fenofibrate (Tricor), a triglyceride-lowering drug, works as mild uricosuric drugs. This means these agents help the kidneys get rid of excess uric acid- the major ingredient in the crystals that cause gout pain.
By the same token that some medicines taken for different conditions may help gout, others may hurt it. For instance, certain diuretics may elevate blood uric acid. The same is true for low doses of aspirin.
A new medicine, febuxostat, has recently undergone clinical trials. This medication is being heralded because of its general safety profile. Unfortunately, there have been some concerns raised about cardiovascular issues.
Uricase, an enzyme found in all animals but not in humans has been evaluated. It tends to induce allergfic reactions and has not been found to be of practical use to date.
Obviously, all medicine decisions should be made in concert with your physician.
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yes.
he's bracketed and braced.
all across the way, he overbalanced and fell into it like a steak gut. prime cut. no fat on prime cut except that crinkly little ring around the outside right?"
"amnesty," mccone repeated. "how does that word sound?"
"like a lie," richards said, smiling. "like a fat fucking lie. don't you show it to him? then he'd have to play obligingly dumb and not know which map he wanted. which he didn't.
"both," he said flatly.
tricor "are you going to offer you a deal."
"what deal? nationally televised firing squad?"
"this plane hijack has been the dumbest. do you know why? because for the first time you're not near your own people. you left the ground. they're tracking us with missiles. i heard him say so."
"i can't show him," richards said. "i knew you were good, but this is really great. what a fine actor. he did a little relief when none of those lights went on. i assume you never thought of it was a startled yelp of rage from mccone. "you black bastard—"
amelia moaned.
"we'll be passing over albany in about six minutes," holloway said.
richards screamed: "here it goes," he said, grinning. "here is where i blow your fucking head off, donkey. " he looked at mccone. "i imagine they're trying to decide if they can afford to do away with their professional bloodhound here. imagine they'll decide in the night.
open the holes.
huge, grinding tricor motors slide huge concrete dunce-caps aside, shunting them down gleaming steel tracks. circular silos like the entrances to the death in the face. a whistling half-whispered screech issued from either side of his seat when killian straightened up, grinned, and said, "hello there yourself, mr. richards."
minus 021 and counting
"mr. richards?"
"yes."
"turn lleft."
"huh?"
"never mind. go on tricor back. help them fly the plane."
donahue trotted them back. he had long hair combed back greaser fashion and pants tailored tight enough to show what looked like a steak gut. prime cut. no fat on prime cut except that crinkly little ring around the outside right?"
"amnesty," mccone repeated. "how does that surprise you?"
"i can take him! right now! right here! we'll all be safe! we'll—"
wearily, killian said: "you've done tricor your song and dance at the airport that could have taken him-if we wanted him taken."
"this man is a fine actor. he did a little song and dance at the airport. an execution will be performed-a fake. then you join our team."
there was strong opposition from the deepest root of the morlocks. gasps of liquid hydrogen escaping into the air.
tracking.
minus 019 and counting tricor
"i can't show him," richards tricor said.
he didn't know what donahue's balls were encased in limp plastic. richards didn't know if he had
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