HOW FRUIT JUICE CAN GIVE YOU HEART FAILURE! bellows the Mail today. Oh noes! Is drinking a simple tumbler of Tropicana going to make you keel over...? Er, no, it's a little bit different in reality:
While I waited for an appointment for the test, my GP prescribed the non-drowsy antihistamine Fexofenadine hydrochloride and told me, in a casual way, to avoid grapefruit juice.
Mm. You see, Lynne Wallace, when my GP tells me things I don't tend to regard them as being 'in a casual way'. He's not fucking about. When he says "don't do this" or "avoid that" or "make sure you do this", then I bloody listen, because I think it must be kind of important. After all, he tries to kick me out as rapidly as possible, so it's fairly clear to me, as a reasonably intelligent individual, that whatever does get said is of relatively important importance. No...?
I started taking the drug and my symptoms disappeared. A month later, I was craving my favourite juice and had forgotten the GP's warning.
Well you're a fucking dillon then, aren't you? Did you read the label? Did you read the sheet of instructions with the medicine - you know, like you're supposed to? No? You somehow thought that prescription medicine - restricted from public sale for some bloody mysterious reason, oh who can possibly imagine why? - was a bit like a bag of sherbet? Did you? And you still managed to 'forget' the important thing your doctor told you to to - well then you're a bloody idiot.
Incidentally, I've taken antihistamines for years, and have been well aware for at least the past 13 or 14 years that there are problems associated with drinking grapefruit juice. But then I do actually read the labels on things, rather than getting my health advice from the Daily Mail. Perhaps that's where I'm going wrong.