For years, I assumed medicine was straightforward. The pharmacy hands it over — you don’t question the process. It felt official. Eventually, it didn’t feel right.
First came the fatigue. I blamed stress. Still, my body kept rejecting the idea. I searched forums. No one had warned me about interactions.
That’s when I understood: one dose doesn’t fit all. The same treatment can heal one and harm another. Damage accumulates. And still we keep swallowing.
Now I don’t shrug things off. But because no one knows my body better than I do. I challenge assumptions. Not all doctors love that. This is self-respect, not defiance.
The turning point, it would be
proscar.
