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Edited on Thu Feb-18-10 02:19 AM by NNadir
Recently I began taking blood pressure medication when I realized that my blood pressure was out of control.
(It would be better, I think, to exercise, but it's difficult with my intense work load and, well, winter, although I did get the chance to do some wonderful weight lifting recently using snow weights.)
After a rather long and pleasant discussion with my long term physician, in which we weighed the merits of various approaches to medication, we decided to try an ACE inhibitor that was relatively inexpensive (generic), and a compound I understood fairly well, the peptide/peptidomimetic lisinopril. (I had actually synthesized many similar molecules in the lab when I was a kid.) Lisinopril is an ACE inhibitor and for various reasons, we thought it would be a cool approach and might work well.
A side effect of lisinopril is, however, coughing, and I'm afraid I got that one pretty bad. As I am already an insomniac - and have always been one - and the coughing was worse at night, making my insomnia even worse, as well as making things at work difficult, where I am often required to engage in long phone conferences, and often find myself speaking to groups.
Also, it was only marginally effective, much to my disappointment.
So I went back to the doctor and we discussed our approach and decided to move to angiotensin II inhibitors, and settled on losartan (Cozaar) which is still under patent by Merck, and costs a little more.
It seems a little more effective. I have a bad cold as a result of snow shovelling for long hours - which was, in fact, good exercise in any case - so I'm still coughing, but I have noticed that since beginning to take losartan, that I have begun to have very, very, very, very, very vivid dreams, usually about war or dire poverty, but often involving strange juxtapositions in temporal periods and locations. For instance, the other night I dreamt of my long dead aunt and uncle - who I loved very much - huddled with large numbers of civil war soldiers and refugees in the suburban Long Island house where I grew up, which somehow had become attached to the family church I used to attend when I was a boy. There was no sign of my parents, but with all these soldiers and relatives around, who should come by but my wife, dressed in a very sexy night gown she used to wear when we were first lovers; she was young and very beautiful.
I had to warn her not to step on a soldier since it was dark, and I went to turn on a light, but had difficulty because they were all brass antiques with strange unworkable switches.
Very bizarre. I very seldom dream anymore, and seldom sleep all that much either - a long night of sleeping would involve four hours - but I can only attribute this sort of thing to losartan.
When I look at the structure of losartan, I don't see any features that suggest a kind of neurotransmitter effect, although if one stretches one's imagination one could imagine a certain relationship to a diazepam, particularly in the biphenyl portion which has a tetrazole carboxylic acid isostere. You fiddle around with it could just imagine a stereochemical relationship to a diazepam sort of bird.
No such effects are reported in the typical literature associated with losartan.
Anyway. The dreams are kind of interesting, and it was certainly fun to see my wife in that sexy nightgown again, even if it was in the presence of wounded confederate officers.
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