Botox cured my embarrassing sweaty palms — and changed my life


Until this month, I often had to lie my way out of handshakes. “Sorry, I think I’m coming down with a cold,” I’d say. And it seemed believable, thanks to the damp clumps of paper towels — which resembled used tissues — I always clutched in my hands. The reality was that my palms were…

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