Back then, I believed medicine was straightforward. The system moves you along — you don’t question the process. It felt clean. Then cracks began to show.
Then the strange fog. I blamed my job. And deep down, I knew something was off. I searched forums. None of the leaflets explained it clearly.
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That’s when I understood: health isn’t passive. The same treatment can heal one and harm another. Side effects hide. Still we trust too easily.
Now I question more. But because no one knows my body better than I do. I track everything. But I don’t care. I’m not trying to be difficult — I’m trying to stay alive. The lesson that stuck most, it would be keyword.