My parents have had high blood pressure for as long as I can remember. Amlodipine, sometimes three or four tablets, laid out beside a glass of water before breakfast, every morning. It looked managed. It wasn't. Life got busy, doses got skipped, nobody was tracking it, and the same conversation with the same doctor kept repeating itself, year after year. I thought that was just us, until I worked a pharmacy counter during NYSC and watched strangers ask for anything they only needed to take once a day, not because their prescription was wrong, but because they couldn't keep up with twice or three times daily. That's when it stopped being a personal failing and became a gap nobody had designed a real solution for.