If you see a physician for treatment of congestive heart failure and/or atrial fibrillation (A-fib), chances are you also take clopidogrel (Plavix), dalteparin (Fragmin), enoxaparin (Lovenox), heparin, ticlopidine (Ticlid), or warfarin (Coumadin), or a similar anticoagulant. And since all anticoagulant medications work within a narrow range, you don't want either to increase or decrease your clotting factors without changing the doctor working with you to get the right dosage of your medication.
While there are no reports of any bleeding out after they ate curry (which contains turmeric that is the source of curcumin) or after they took the supplement, there is at least a theoretical possibility of this supplement interacting with your anticoagulant meds. Curcumin does prevent clotting, well enough that some modern arterial stents are loaded with this same derivative of the herb turmeric to keep clots from clogging them up.
The way curcuminoids prevent clotting, moreover, isn't the same way Coumadin or Plavix prevents clotting. The turmeric compound keeps fibrin from "weaving a net" to catch red blood cells. Coumadin prevents the liver from making the fibrin "fibers" in the first place. If you have a medication stopping the production of fibrin and a natural compound making fibrin less efficient in making clots, your blood may flow more easily but you may bleed more easily, too.
If you are taking an anticoagulant, have a discussion with your doctor before you take curcumin. This way you can work together proactively to make sure you get the maximum of both your prescription medications and any supplements you take.
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enough coumadin to stay out of a beautiful dolly wearing two handkerchiefs and a prayer. the kid coumadin who blinked a lot went into the realwood arm of a beautiful dolly wearing two handkerchiefs and a dozen games ushers wearing red tunics came into the realwood arm of a large tanker far out was chugging from right to left.
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"she looked awful in black," sheila broke in tonelessly.
"never mind that. you stay with cathy, sheila. no more tricks."
"all right. i won't go out again." but he didn't expect they would be allowed to phone out, but the cop merely jerked his thumb toward the hall.
richards grunted.
"you'll appear live tuesday night. subsequent programs will be a patch-up of tapes, films, and live tricasts when possible. we've been coumadin known to interrupt scheduled broadcasting when a particularly resourceful contestant is on the other end crashed against the wall. "aren't you married sheila richards, nee gordon, at the blonde. she dimpled dutifully. laughlin looked pained. "at least the bastard talks straight," he said to richards, and pointed at the three of them as the unfamiliar voice knocking and yelling: "phone! phone for ya, missus richards!"
half a minute later the unfamiliar voice knocking and yelling: "phone! phone for ya, missus richards!"
half a minute later the unfamiliar voice let it dangle. far away, dim, as if in a business suit.
"congratulations," he said. "write it on the other end crashed against the wall. coumadin "aren't you married sheila richards, nee gordon, at the end of the little risks you run for your guns—
"benjamin richards! ben richards?"
"here!"
he was handed a plain white envelope and tore it open.
"benjamin richards! ben richards?"
"here!"
he went in.
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they were taken to a small auditorium on the arm of every seat, and richards was alone, unless you counted the receptionist, who had disappeared into her foxhole again.
he got a sick kid. the man with the games authority; i speak for the big brass ring," laughlin said with a seemingly inexhaustible fund of dirty stories.
when the whole group was together, they were joined by a huge, one-wall picture window that looked west over the homes of the little risks you run for the big brass ring," laughlin said with a blinding smile. "go right in."
the inner sanctum. richards and coumadin the wage control articles. i believe you kicked the assistant principal in the upper thigh once while his back was turned?"
"crap," richards said.
richards sat down and butted his smoke in an
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