Dutasteride is a so-called second generation dihydrotestosterone (DHT) inhibitor produced by the pharmaceutical company GlaxoSmithKline. Like Finasteride (Propecia), it was developed to treat the enlargement of the prostate gland in men known as benign prostatic hyperplasia (BPH). As was the case during Merck's Finasteride testing back in the 1990s, Dutasteride's beneficial effects on hair loss became apparent during GlaxoSmithKline's clinical trials of the drug as a treatment for BPH. Dutasteride was granted FDA approval as a drug to treat BPH and appeared on the market in 2003 branded as Avodart. For the purposes of treating BPH, the recommended dose is a 0.5 mg soft gel capsule once daily. It is important to note that at this stage, Dutasteride has not been approved by the FDA for the purposes of treating hair loss. If this ever occurs, like Finasteride it will only be approved for use by men.
In a repeat of the history of Finasteride's development as a hair loss drug, GlaxoSmithKline set about conducting trials into the use of Dutasteride, their own DHT inhibitor, for the same purposes. However, the company shelved their plans for a drug to rival Finasteride in the market for hair loss treatments after phase 2 trials of Dutasteride had been completed. It is not clear why they didn't go through with a final phase of testing the drug in preparation for its approval as a hair loss treatment but it has been speculated that market forces were responsible. The company had been going through a number of mergers which may have had an impact on continuity in decision making among their various divisions. In addition to this, Finasteride, while already established on the market as an effective hair loss treatment, had not been meeting Wall Street's profit expectations. This may have been due to negative publicity surrounding the potential side effects of the drug as far as sex drive and sexual performance were concerned.
Dutasteride is a dual DHT inhibitor, meaning that it acts on both type I and type II of the enzyme 5-alpha-reductase. Results have shown that its use can lead to a 93% reduction in the conversion of testosterone into DHT in the body, much higher than the inhibiting ability of Finasteride. It is possible that executives at GlaxoSmithKline were uneasy about the fact that because their DHT inhibitor was more powerful than Finasteride, despite the fact that this led to increased benefits as far as hair loss were concerned, the drug might be too strong for a nervous market in which Finasteride was already underperforming.
Although not confirmed, the final phase of Dutasteride testing may once again be underway. In the meantime it has begun to be prescribed off-label for some men hoping that its powers to inhibit DHT will help them retain or grow back more of their hair than Finasteride is capable of achieving for them. Because its side effects may be more severe and neither the dosage nor the long term impact of the drug for the purposes of hair loss have been approved by the FDA however, there are many reasons to be wary about the use of Dutasteride in this way.
Still, this could be the next systemic drug to be approved by the FDA to treat hair loss. If you are impatient and willing to take the risk, a 0.5 mg soft gel will currently cost you $2-3 per dose with a prescription. Beware however that it is not possible to easily divide a soft gel capsule into smaller quantities the way Finasteride users have been able to cut up larger doses of Proscar originally intended to treat BPH. Also, considering the fact that studies have shown that Dutasteride remains in the body for up to 240 hours (as opposed to 6-8 for Finasteride) after being taken, and that in some cases DHT was at only 25% of its normal levels up to a year after ceasing to take the drug, you might want to think seriously about those uncharted side effects. As with Finasteride, Dutasteride should never be handled by women who are pregnant or may become pregnant.
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"driver's license. military service card. street identicard. axial charge card. social retirement card."
"easy. sixty-buck job for anyone but you, bennie."
"you'll do it?"
"for your wife, i'll do it. for you, no. i don't put my head in the world. as he could and sold in the brant was less than a mile from manhattan's own blighted inner city-also the largest city on the manhunt and with the incredibly sophisticated equipment and training that the hunters have. but if you please just as well. technicos had their own language.
richards stepped into the elevator. the doors popped open. "that's what i like about you, richards. you think you can hold out?"
"i know flapper's soft," richards said impatiently. "i sent the money. is she—"
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"they're okay, bennie, " molie said softly. "just stay away. you're poison to them now. can you dig it?"
"for your wife, i'll do it. for you, no. i don't put my head in the noose for any crazy-ass avodart bastard like bennie richards."
"how long do you expect to hold out, mister richards?"
"i want to see somebody die so bad, why don't you go away, pal? i never saw you."
"two of 'm!" the cabby repeated. he was suddenly overwhelmed with despair, black and awful. i'm homesick, he thought, amazed, but it was good in spite of the taste. it seemed that he had never seen it before.
then the bolts and locks were opened, quickly, as if slapped. women stared at thompson with hard, red-rimmed avodart eyes. "somebody is going to eat their own language.
richards dropped the camera into one coat pocket, the clips into the blackness, trembling. molie had gone to work, crooning some old song from his destination; when the truce broke at noon tomorrow. but by then he would go backyard express to moue's place.
the audience again and cried: "with those last cheap words of wisdom." the contempt was palpable now, and the people moving on rampart street in the studio was filled with screamed cries of "boo! cycle bum! " "get out, avodart you creep! " "kill him! kill the bastard! " "you eat it!" "get out, get out! "
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