For years, I assumed medicine was straightforward. The system moves you along — you don’t question the process. It felt clean. Then cracks began to show.
Then the strange fog. I told myself “this is normal”. But my body was whispering something else. I searched forums. No one had warned me about interactions.
That’s when I understood: health isn’t passive. The same treatment can heal one and harm another. Reactions aren’t always dramatic — just persistent. And still we keep swallowing.
Now I question more. Not because I don’t trust science. I track everything. Not all doctors love that. I’m not trying to be difficult — I’m trying to stay alive. The lesson that stuck most, it would be Why would someone take Diflucan?.
