I used to think medicine was straightforward. Doctors give you pills — you nod, take it, and move on. It felt safe. Eventually, it didn’t feel right.
Then the strange fog. I told myself “this is normal”. But my body was whispering something else. I read the label. No one had warned me about interactions.
That’s when I understood: one dose doesn’t fit all. The reaction isn’t always immediate, but it’s real. Damage accumulates. Still we don’t ask why.
Now I don’t shrug things off. Not because I don’t trust science. I track everything. But I don’t care. This is survival, not stubbornness. And if I had to name the one thing, it would be generic levitra.