Guys, lamenting my disappearance (even though it wasn't by choice)—I doubt you know this, but I'm an avid cyclist. I love riding through the hills near my home to relax and think.
Well, here's the point: some son of a bitch—there's no other way to put it—set a trap for cyclists. Two stakes, barbed wire, and dense vegetation hiding it from view. I didn't see it in time before it was too late. I was unconscious for a while before I had to drag myself to the nearest hospital.
I spent several days in intensive care with deep cuts and bruises all over my body and a fucking broken arm. Worst of all, I had a wound infected with an antibiotic-resistant strain. They had to treat me with a rare and scarce antibiotic to fight the infection.
I'm just now getting out of the hospital since the treatment for the bacteria had to be completed. Otherwise, there was a risk of it coming back, which would have been a serious problem—especially if it developed resistance to the antibiotic they gave me.
I had about fifteen chapters ready for a mass release but I can't find them anywhere on my computer, so for the time being I will try to rewrite them or find them but it still bothers me to move my left hand and well I'm left handed