Now I am writing the second part of my story back to life
During the next day I wake up, or so I think, and the first thing I do is check my foot in the great hope that it is still there because I had seen before that it had almost been severed in the accident. Yes, it is still there and everything seems to be in its right place. Well, I was lucky again, I think to myself. At that moment the first visitor comes. My friend Mark tells me that I was very lucky and that they needed more than one operation to put me back together and that I will have to have more operations because there is a lot of dirt in the wounds and they still have to clean them. He also brings me my laptop and gets me a cell phone so that I can finally get in touch with my mother so that she doesn't have to worry any more. The people from San Marcos notified my mother in Germany, where I come from, as soon as they found out.!
In the next three weeks, while I had to stay in hospital, my lifesaver Nat and lots of other people visited me and gave me little things, and Mark organised a fundraiser because hospital stays are very expensive and I no longer had any foreign insurance because it had expired without me noticing and I simply didn't have the financial means to pay for everything. It was around 18,000 euros. If this horrible accident could have happened, it really wasn't my fault, or was it? Why didn't I manage to get out of the way even though I'm a good driver and have been riding a motorbike since I was 6 and have done so accident-free, and I know this route very well because I've been riding here at least once a week for 2 years. Why me, of all people? I still had so much planned, what did I do to deserve this, what would have happened if Nat had gone ahead, what happens now? Is my dream over and what does the future look like for me? How will I be able to earn money in the future? How will I cope with this in the future? Will I even be able to live with it? How long will it take to get well again? To write down just a few of these thoughts, there were so many things that went through my head during this time. During this time, people organized accommodation where I could go after the hospital to recover and get out of the hospital because in the long run it would have become too expensive.
So I came out of the hospital after 3 weeks and was put up with a nurse at home where I was to stay for the next 80 days until I was brought back to Germany by a very good friend Thomas who during this time also pulled out all the stops to bring me back to Germany because another operation was scheduled. This time the metal braces were to be removed from my leg. But everything in its own time. First I was taken by ambulance to San Pedro to see nurse Amy where, as I said, I would stay for the next 80 days. When I got there I was literally faced with a problem. The room I was supposed to stay in was on the first floor of her house and I couldn't walk, so how the hell was I going to get up there to the room? But because I was in Guatemala this was no problem. She simply spoke to two construction workers who were just coming that way and they took me down the path to their house. Once we got there, the next problem was how could the two of them get me up the narrow stairs? One of them put me on his shoulders and carried me up the stairs and brought me to the room where I would stay for 80 days before flying back to Germany. During the time I was with her, I arranged for a lot of my belongings to be brought to me and I was able to sell some things that I couldn't take with me to Germany. During this time I also realized that it would be better to go back to Germany because, as I said, there were more operations pending and I simply didn't have the money to pay for them here. The doctor in the hospital had classified me as unfit to fly and so I had to wait that long for the flight home and I was personally not yet in a position to take the long flight back to Germany.
I now realize that I am far from the end of my story and that I will be writing more posts and texts. So in the next post I will be telling the story of how I came to Germany and what happens there and what challenges I will face there. I hope to see you again and that I have written a good story. Since I have not been writing for very long and am also writing it with the help of translators, I hope that you understand it and that you will continue to follow me and maybe donate a cent or two to me as I still have a lot of bills to pay.
Kind regards, Benny