I used to think healthcare worked like clockwork. The pharmacy hands it over — you nod, take it, and move on. It felt safe. Eventually, it didn’t feel right.
Then the strange fog. I blamed my job. But my body was whispering something else. I watched people talk about their own experiences. None of the leaflets explained it clearly.
I started seeing: your body isn’t a template. The same treatment can heal one and harm another. Side effects hide. And still we keep swallowing.
Now I don’t shrug things off. Not because I’m paranoid. I take health personally now. It makes appointments awkward. This is survival, not stubbornness. The turning point, it would be is fildena safe.