I've Survived for Now, and I'll Be Getting My Updates Back Together Soon

I'm sorry for the lack of updates... mainly because this month has been fucking awful.

Let me tell you what happened.

I lost about 20 pounds during this hospitalization.

After undergoing general anesthesia, to avoid the desperate situation of needing a catheter, he stood in the bathroom for four hours with an IV stand on him, attempting to cast water-based magic spells. When the doctors found out, they exclaimed that he was a tough guy.

But in the end, it was inserted anyway.

Then I developed a profound sense of awe for the wonders of the human body.

I can't sleep well at night because of the strange sensations from the wound; first it hurts, then it itches.

Even when recovering at home, the dressing should be changed twice a day. If the wound is covered with secretions, it should be cleaned little by little with tweezers.

The doctor will trim the wound during the follow-up visit.

Once, I almost lost my voice from shouting and nearly broke a wall.

And there's no guarantee that it will be completely cured.

I need to go for a follow-up appointment next Tuesday.

I believe that anesthetics and painkillers are the light of human technology.

The doctor said I needed to rest in bed, and for the first two weeks I could only lie in bed. Every day, besides whimpering, I just stared blankly at the computer and phone screens. I tried to distract myself by playing games, but when I felt so bad, I couldn't even concentrate on games, let alone write anything... It was incredibly difficult.

The pain is unbearable, and the itching isn't much better.

Then, about a week ago, the landlord suddenly called and said that he needed the house this year.

So, in the sweltering heat, I wrapped my face in bandages and endured the pain to go looking at apartments. When chatting with the landlords, I had to ignore the pain and keep up a cheerful conversation, not showing any signs of distress... Although it was indeed a minor issue, and the landlords probably wouldn't care, who knows? I didn't want to look at any more apartments.

So it was decided that we would move at the end of the month.

What's really annoying is that I discovered something the other day.

Mr. Cockroach is back.

Your mother.

Thank you so much for showing up just when I was moving.

I'm going to squeeze your favorite Bayer gels into every single one of my storage boxes.

There are many similar frustrating things happening. My wound keeps changing absurdly every week, and I'm driving my surgeon and medical assistant crazy... I'm really desperate.

Actually, none of these things are big or serious. If they occur individually, they are just ordinary. But when they occur in clusters, especially now that we are suffering from the debuffs of limited mobility and painful healing, it's a disaster.

Things are much better now. I've been isolating myself for too long. I'll try to resume updates; if I keep putting it off, my train of thought will completely break down.

This is what happened recently.

I've been wanting to write something lately, but my body just won't let me. I've always felt that posting individual chapters is pointless, since readers come to read the book. If I can't post updates, I shouldn't write anything. After all, constantly posting individual chapters to play the victim is also boring... But I realize I've still made everyone worry, and I'm sorry.

I will try my best to get back into shape as soon as possible, and I should be able to post a chapter tomorrow.

But one last thing I must emphasize... I cannot guarantee that normal updates will resume at this time.

I can't guarantee anything until my follow-up appointment next Tuesday.

That's all.

Wishing everyone good health.