Ahem...
When I was 23, I had oral surgery, at which time a consulting cardiologist told me that I had a broken heart. More specifically, I had an "inverted T-wave," normally indicating a past heart attack or clogged arteries. Having no idea what to do about it, he put me on a BP medication. Many years later, another doctor put me on a different BP medication, a "beta blocker," which I still take. In my 60's I learned that the inverted T wave was perfectly normal for me, being the result of an unusually shaped left ventricle. It has no medical significance. Still on that beta blocker, tho. And by the way, I have no clogged arteries at all, at 73 y.o.
The usual bullshit with prostate hit me in my 50's (I think it was partly caused by the pounding of being a runner for 25 years), so I'm on a prostate drug. Two interesting things about them drugs, (a) it's also used to prevent hair loss, so I'm not bald like my brothers, and (b) you become "addicted" to them. In other words, if I stop taking it, I can't pee normally. Can't empty my bladder. So I can't stop taking that one either.
Now a few years ago they are testing for one thing and another, and they realize that I have "A-fib." Irregular heartbeat. In fact, my heart stops for up a minute at a time...then it starts up again, at least it has until now. So I have to take a fucking blood thinner to reduce the chances of a stroke - caused by Afib - and that has a lot of nice little side effects. Hint: Don't get a tattoo while you are taking a blood thinner.
My cardio guy wants to implant a stand-by defibrillator, but "we" have agreed that "we" won't do that until I at least have some symptoms of the heart problem that they swear-to-God that I have. Never actually noticed it myself.
And of course, on an as-needed basis, I have those big blue pills that cost a shitload of money - unless you get them from India, which I did. I won't go into that here.
How many pills am I taking. Let's put it t his way: I have a list of them in my wallet (as an old bastard, people are always asking me what medications I'm on). The next prescription will put me onto page 2.
And thanks to creeping socialism (i.e., Medicare), the cost of this garbage is not significant. The blood thinner is about a grand a year. Tolerable.