Earth Based Recovery

Rest and Recovery after the Urite Shipment Hijacking

Rest and Recovery

Dazed and confused about the ordeal, I find myself in desperate need of getting a grip on the situation.

Pain blockers are fine to eliminate physical pain but they can’t help your mobility if your leg is too damaged to walk on. I may need stronger meds to help with the psychological pain of remembering this incident. The term “Pain Barons” is often used to define Space Federation counter intelligence agents but has taken on a whole new meaning now. I use to think it was due to some of the practices and techniques used to persuade combatants to see things our way, but now the term seems to mean more about the pain we must bear in memory of every pain suffered while in the service of the Space Federation.

Lucid thoughts keep floating by me on makeshift rafts while time is inconsequential yet timekeeper kempt.

Loss is not supposed to bother you to this degree when you’re an agent of the Space Federation. But if that were true then why are we spending so much time, money, and effort on running down hijackers? Shouldn’t we just cut our losses and move on? Or is it that personal loss is not supposed to bother you? Am I not supposed to feel horrible after having my best friend forcibly taken from me? Or is ‘almost’ losing my leg not a loss? Or is it just the opposite, in that loss is supposed to bother you so much when you’re a Federation Agent that you will do absolutely anything to recover what was lost, at any expense.

I find myself drifting in and out of consciousness while desperately wanting to just get on with the mission.

Sometimes it’s just about going with the flow. This Federation R&R site is amazing. Or is it the pain blockers? Maybe the pain blockers are so amazing that it makes everything about this place feel amazing. I feel as if I’ve been asleep for a long time, but I’m still sleepy. I don’t have my time keeper or communicator with me but I think it’s about 4 or 5 in the afternoon, not that it matters much at this point in time. I’m not sure what day it is, which probably means I couldn’t have been here very long, or I would know how long that would be. I feel like I need to rest again but I’ve got to get back on mission asap. Feeling that comforting rush of rest waves wash over me again as my head sunk a little further into the pillow, then I was off to dream land again.

Clarity is the prize to be won here, but today may not be a suitable situation for it.

Coming back to reality after this latest ordeal is developing into a chilling review of recent days past. Everything seems to be converging at the same point of reconciliation. Memories of the hijackers announcing themselves after initially appearing to be members of the interplanetary transport operations prep crew. Then all hell broke loose as the first Flash Bang went off. All I could do was try to keep my balance and see through the dense smoke while feeling for anyone moving, and just after I grabbed hold to someone, my leg felt rubbery and just stopped working. I completely lost my balance, and as I hit the floor I could hear my leg sizzling like a steak on a hot skittle. Then I hear Silvia yelling at the top of her lungs that she would do whatever they wanted as long as they didn’t kill anyone and let all non-essential crew members go. After that the same shockingly graphic images and sequence of events happens again. I guess that’s where I blacked out.

Abstractions are for artists, but constructive artifacts like this healing machine is meant for warriors.

Feeling like a new man may not be a wholly accurate accounting of my health but it’s not far off the mark. The physio-reconstruction-bot attached to my hip for the past three weeks has been burdensome for a few obvious reasons, but thanks to the pain blockers it’s been mostly a mental challenge. Burden is a conflicting concept when describing the very cure that has rebuilt my leg. Burdensome because it has limited my mobility and forced me to rest and recover. During the past ten days or so my mind has been trying to shed the burden of doubt about my capabilities, and dispense with the question of if I could have done anything differently that might have changed the outcome that day of the hijacking. It’s taken three full weeks but I do feel much better, and now that the burden of recovery time has lifted, it’s finally time to get back in motion.

Next Stop: Need for Leads [Mars]