There’s something wild about living with chronic illness—like sarcoidosis and heart failure—that somehow turns you into a chemist, a juggler, and occasionally, a complete idiot. One night, after years of carefully choreographing my meds to keep my heart beating and my lungs cooperating, I accidentally double-dosed myself into a mild panic and a sleepless night watching for the Grim Reaper. Spoiler: I lived. But I learned a thing or two about pill organizers, fatigue, and the fine line between medication routine and chaos.
The Night I Accidentally Almost Killed Myself (and Other Dumb Medication Tricks)
Tate Basildon 