Weeks, then months passed while I did physical therapy. It thankfully didn't take long to get walking by myself, once that happened the hospital put me in touch with a personal physical therapist to help me while at home. I guess I was just lucky that the hospital knew my address or I would have been lost on what to do to get home. I still haven't figured out what these golden thread things are, but I can't touch them and I see them emitting from everyone, some people even have broken ones. I have no idea what that is supposed to mean.
I haven't been doing much during the day, aside from walking around my home and yard. My physical therapist will be here next week, so until then I'm on my own. While doing the exercises I was told to do, I have also been going around my home looking at any and everything I can get my hands on that may or may not give me any Idea as to who I am and what I was doing before going into a coma, but I didn't find anything that really told me anything, not even a journal or anything. I had nothing and no one came to see me, neither while I was in the hospital or now that I was home.
I don't know if people just gave up on me or what, but it felt pretty lonely with no one around. I had my phone but none of the people I contacted replied back, nor answered their phones, aside from one number but it didn't belong to the name attached to it anymore. I guess kids just don't care to keep in touch with friends that can't do anything. According to my ID I'll be turning twenty-three next month, so I was seventeen or at least almost seventeen when I went into a coma. Honestly I don't know what to do anymore. My family was apparently rich or something. After I woke up a lawyer came and talked to me about my parents' wills and stuff like that, everything they owned was left to me and my twin brother, and well since he was dead too everything was mine. God that sounds heartless doesn't it? I don't know any other way to say it.
I spent my days just walking small distances around my house. I wanted to try swimming in my pool, but I felt that would be best left for when my Physical therapist finally came, I didn't want to take the chance that I could drown, even in the shallow end. I have floaties, but I didn't trust myself with them though. I only had a few more days to wait until he would finally show up, until then I'm just gonna keep doing what I have been doing. Just walking around my home. My days are going to be boring before Mr. Anders shows up, though I bet he'll be mad at me for not doing more than what I am. I've heard some stories about physical therapists getting mad and yelling at their clients for not doing more, even If it was something that the client didn't think they could or felt comfortable doing on their own. But I haven't heard anything bad about this guy, I did research and checked him out, and all I saw was good reviews so I agreed, but that doesn't mean that I can't still worry about it.
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