For fourteen months, my life was measured not by quarterly KPIs or throughput efficiency, but by the hum of a dialysis machine at St. Jude’s and the slow, rhythmic drip of an IV. Before my kidneys failed, I was a man obsessed with Just-in-Time (JIT) delivery. In my fifteen-year career in logistics, I viewed "waiting" as the ultimate sin - a bottleneck in the supply chain that bled revenue. I was the guy who analyzed the walking speed of warehouse employees to shave three seconds off a pick-and-pack cycle. I treated my personal life with the same ruthless efficiency; if a prayer wasn't answered in 48 hours, I considered the request "lost in transit" and moved to escalate. But when I found myself tethered to a machine for four hours a day, three days a week, staring at a beige ceiling tile while toxins were slowly scrubbed from my blood, the "Next, Next, Next" mentality finally broke.
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