Dear friends of Hive,
I write this in the form of a letter because I believe any other way might not satisfy me enough.
I've been totally away from my phone because my folks were too eager to carry out the orders of the doctor. I wondered all this while, why they would adhere to such directives by the ‘Man in White'. The doctor didn't tell me his reason for not wanting me to touch my phone despite my continuous questions and that really frustrated me. It moved me from being slightly inquisitive to a little annoying. I am ashamed to say I doubted his intentions a little. “Maybe the accident was a setup. Maybe there was a plot against me getting those investors. Maybe it was something else that would gradually unfold in the grand scheme of things”. These thoughts that I blame conspiracy movies for, kept flooding my mind and I must say that I was at my lowest. In a generation where phones have somehow become a magic wand, I was kept away from mine for almost 11...12 days? I can quite remember.
So like the heading says, my road to recovery has been difficult. Hearing of the broken parts of my body especially my right leg was quite disheartening. I can't fully remember all the doctor said was wrong with my body...he used weird terms that I’d never heard but the one that got me was a possibly skull fracture. Apparently I hit my head on something that caused some internal bleeding. Fortunately after an MRI scan, it was discovered that my beautiful brain was still fully intact. Hahaha.
It was not funny though. Lying on the bed for days, not being able to sleep for many nights just thinking of life and the lack of it was torture. I've always had something to do. Ever since I could remember, I've had a lot on my plate that made me run around but now all I can do is use my imagination. And while my imagination can awesomely engage me positively, from time to time it spews out doubts and bad thoughts. I really needed my phone.
Physiotherapy has been the worse. I've always known that we take certain physical abilities we have for granted - like walking, using our teeth, stretching and so on. I saw a movie, Fresh, where a young lady could not sit because her boyfriend cut out and ate her buttocks and even though I still laugh at the idea, I realize how lucky some of us are to be whole. Even though I'm not whole at the moment.
This morning I was given my phone on the instruction of the Man in White. My sister says it's because I had passed the first stage of therapy and even though I felt like a dog being given a treat, the feeling quickly changed to ecstasy after I saw what 
Wow. Please forgive me if I didn't mention your name. This is taking so long. I love you guys. Thanks for your prayers. I can't wait to be back fully. But as is well known, “a journey of a thousand miles begins with one step”.
Love, piratethanos.
