You know that moment when the doctor confidently hands you a prescription like it’s a golden ticket back to Normal Person Land—no questions, no footnotes, just “take this twice a day forever” and try not to die in the meantime? Yeah. In my early sarcoidosis era (back when I was younger, more trusting, and still believed “the system” had my back), I learned the hard way that the danger isn’t always the pill… sometimes it’s what you’re sipping while you swallow it. And the culprit was sitting in my fridge, looking innocent and delicious.
