Let's start with the obvious: I didn't mean to overdose on Ozempic, and I don't recommend it. But I did. It was one part grief brain, one part "I've got this," and about two milligrams of miscalculation. I'd been staring at that little pen in my fridge for months, a free sample from my doctor, just chilling next to my oat milk and LaCroix like it wasn't about to take me out. And then, one day, I did it. I took my first dose of Ozempic, and it was a full one. No microdose. No gradual ramp-up. Just impulse and a blue pen. The next seven days? The worst week of my life. |
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