For years, I assumed healthcare worked like clockwork. The pharmacy hands it over — you don’t question the process. It felt clean. Then cracks began to show.
First came the fatigue. I blamed my job. And deep down, I knew something was off. I watched people talk about their own experiences. No one had warned me about interactions.
I started seeing: health isn’t passive. Two people can take the same pill and walk away with different futures. Damage accumulates. And still we keep swallowing.
Now I pay attention. Not because I’m paranoid. I challenge assumptions. But I don’t care. I’m not trying to be difficult — I’m trying to stay alive.
And if I had to name the one thing, it would be
kamagra effervescent.
