I've had a lot of people ask me what it's like to be shot.
I'm not offended at all by this, but first and foremost let me tell you it's nothing like in the movies.
When I got shot it was a situation where my adrenaline was already pumping, a woman I thought was my friend set me up, the guy couldn't aim and I was moving and dodging around. His first shot went through the bumper of my car I dove over the hood to avoid getting shot again. It was at that moment he fired again and I was shot in the shoulder.
It was like getting slammed with a hammer that was on fire, but I had so much adrenaline pumping through me that my shoulder was burning and numb at the same time. I stopped moving, crouched down and waited for him to come around my car and I was going to jump him. I heard a car driving off. I stood up and there was blood all over the hood of my car. All I can imagine is that he thought he killed me. I looked at my shoulder and as I moved my arm I could feel the bullet in there. I started whining and crying.
You want to know what the first thing I did was though? I washed the hood of my car off using a shop rag and a bottle of window washer fluid from the trunk of my car. Then everything wore off and my shoulder really began to burn. I went to a UMC Quick Care and said I was shot. They packed my shoulder, told me they had to call the police, and then I had to wait 30 minutes. LOL so much for being a Quick Care Center.
By the time they got ready to take me back to work on my shoulder the police finally showed up. So as the doctor was working on me the police were asking questions. Who was it? Why did he shoot you? Are you on drugs? Do you have a gun on you? Where is your car?
OMG it was like I was the criminal. Once they realized that I didn't have a gun and they drew blood to run a BAC on it, I went home with a $8900.00 doctor bill, and a copy of a police report. I cried, whined and screamed the whole time they were working on my shoulder, this hurt like hell and I didn't care if I cried and yelled like a baby.
Over the next 2 weeks the cops and city attorney kept looking for the guy. When they found him, it wasn't clear why he was being picked up. Everyone around him thought it was on drug charges (typical). Shortly after that I was out somewhere and some of his friends approached me while I was at my car, flashed a gun and told me that if I wanted to be able to walk around and not have an accident I would forget what happened and not testify.
I went home called the city attorney immediately and told him what happened and what they looked like. I had to pick them out of a line up and at that point the city attorney told me that I should stay home. So for 3 months I stayed at home except going to work, the store, and going to rehab. I didn't have the police guarding me either. So basically I was a prisoner in my own house, I couldn't go out anywhere. I couldn't even go out to a restaurant with my friends, I knew that would be a risky proposition.
Horrific, painful and looking back I was a mess. A mental wreck, because all I could do was work and then go home and wonder if these guys were going to get convicted. I lost a lot of weight from the stress. I was down to 115 lbs., I'm now back to 145-150lbs., where I should be. Completely lost my muscle tone and my six pack abs in the process. I went to the trial alone, because as much as I wanted my friends there I knew it was a bad idea. The only face they should see is mine, not my friends.
I'm mentally relieved that they are incarcerated and can't touch me, but I have a long way to go to getting back to where I was before this all happened.
Life is never like it is in the movies no matter what anyone tells you.
