I Broke My Foot on a Date

What do you do when your hot‑girl era turns into a medical horror story?

I broke my foot on a date, got a UTI, and spent the day being gaslit by the ER - who sent me home TWICE with a literal displaced fracture… but not before charging me for wasting my time. I can’t walk for two months, might need surgery, and now I’m side‑eyeing my friends because my scorpio senses are tingling that one of them definitely gave me the evil eye. It’s giving delusion, humiliation, and the American healthcare system at it...