For years, I assumed healthcare worked like clockwork. The system moves you along — you don't question the process. It felt official. Then cracks began to show.
Then the strange fog. I blamed my job. Still, my body kept rejecting the idea. I read the label. The warnings were there — just buried in jargon.
That's when I understood: your body isn't a template. The same treatment can heal one and harm another. Damage accumulates. And still we keep swallowing.
Now I pay attention. Not because I don't trust science. I track everything. It makes appointments awkward. This is self-respect, not defiance.
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