Bullet Wound Ignored! Hospital Nightmare & Life-Changing Reflection

The nurses didn't believe me when I said, there's a bullet inside of me. I feel there's something in me because I walked, and they were, like, trying to get a wheelchair. I refused to sit in the wheelchair because I was so desperate. Like, give me the hospital bed. Like, talk about gumption. I'm like, I will help myself. And then they just tell me, like, oh, you have to relax because all the doctors are on strike, and they won't be here until tomorrow. So we're just gonna clean off the glass, and we're gonna put you on in a diaper, and you're just gonna chill here for 12 hours. And so this was my reckoning, like, this moment where you're just staring up at the hospital tiles and, like, for 12 hours, I was like, okay, what are we gonna do? Like, what is important? Who is important? What is not working? And it's just such a crazy life moment. And basically what I came out of that with was like, I must focus my energy on things that genuinely benefit people while also making sure that it's aligned with me.