For years, I assumed healthcare worked like clockwork. Doctors give you pills — you don’t question the process. It felt clean. But that illusion broke slowly.
First came the fatigue. I told myself “this is normal”. And deep down, I knew something was off. I read the label. None of the leaflets explained it clearly.
I started seeing: one dose doesn’t fit all. The reaction isn’t always immediate, but it’s real. Side effects hide. Still we don’t ask why.
Now I pay attention. But because no one knows my body better than I do. I track everything. It makes appointments awkward. I’m not trying to be difficult — I’m trying to stay alive. The turning point, it would be nizagara 100.