Over the next 18 months, I tried everything the internet, my new (very busy, very rushed) GP, and my wellness-obsessed sister-in-law suggested:
Red yeast rice supplements — gave me the same muscle aches as statins
Fish oil capsules — took them faithfully for 6 months, LDL barely moved
Plant sterols — the "heart-healthy" margarine phase, never again
Niacin supplements — flushing so bad I had to lie down after every dose
Berberine capsules from three different brands — bloated, uncomfortable, and my numbers didn't improve
A strict Mediterranean diet for 4 months — modest improvement that reversed when I couldn't sustain it
Daily cardio walking — great for my mood, almost nothing for my numbers
By autumn last year, I was sitting in a new doctor's office — a kind but overworked woman who had known me for exactly two appointments — and she slid a prescription for rosuvastatin across her desk.
"I know you've had reactions before," she said. "We'll start low and see."
I folded it in my pocket and drove home. And I cried. Because Dr. Kaplan had promised me one more year. And I'd used that year, and another one after it, and nothing had worked.