Temporarily alive, will regroup my update soon

Sorry for the lack of movement…mostly because this month has been so **** **** up.

Let me tell you what happened.

I lost about 20 pounds in this hospital.

After the general anesthesia operation, in order to avoid the desperate situation of inserting a catheter, he stood in the bathroom with an infusion stand for four hours, and tried to cast water magic spells.

– but finally plugged in.

Then there was a great awe of the wonder of the human body.

At night, because of the strange feeling of the wound, I can’t sleep well. First it hurts, and then it itches.

When recuperating at home, the dressing should be changed twice a day. If the wound is covered with secretions, it should be cleaned with tweezers.

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

Once I almost hoarse my voice and almost break the wall.

Then there is no guarantee that it will be completely cured.

Going for a checkup next Tuesday.

I think anesthetics and painkillers are the light of human technology.

The doctor said that I need to stay in bed and rest in bed. I can only lie in bed for the first two weeks. Every day, except for humming, I stare at the computer screen and mobile phone screen in a daze. I want to play games to distract my attention. I even play games when I feel uncomfortable. Not going in, let alone writing something… very tough.

It’s tough when it hurts, and it’s not much better when it’s itchy.

Then about a week ago, the landlord suddenly called and said that the house will be used this year.

So on a hot day wrapped in gauze and endured the pain to see the room, when chatting with the landlord, you should ignore the feeling of the wound and talk and laugh with them, you can’t show any strangeness… Although this is indeed a small problem, the landlord should not care about it, but who knows Well, I don’t want to look at the next house anymore.

So I decided to move at the end of the month.

What’s worse, I discovered something two days ago.

The cockroach is back.

fuck you.

Thank you for showing up when I was about to move.

I’m going to squeeze your favorite Bayer into every one of my storage bins.

There are a lot of **** like this, the wounds have new and outrageous changes every week, and the surgeon and medical assistant are harassed by me to the point of flying… I’m also desperate.

In fact, everything is not a major event, and it is not serious. If it appears alone, it is just ordinary, but if it appears in a group, especially now with the debuff of inconvenience of movement and pain healing, it is forced to stop.

The situation is much better now, and the self-isolation time has been too long. Try to restore the update, and then drag it on and the thinking will be completely cut off.

This is what happened recently.

During this time, I always wanted to write a little bit, but my body said you didn’t want to. I always felt that it was very boring to publish a single chapter. After all, readers are reading books, so don’t write anything if you can’t publish an update. After all, it’s very bad to keep writing single chapters It’s boring…but I’m sorry to find it worrying everyone.

I will try to get back to the state as soon as possible, and I should be able to post a chapter tomorrow.

But at the end of the day, I’d like to stress… I can’t guarantee that normal updates will be restored for the time being.

I can’t guarantee anything, at least until next Tuesday’s visit.

that’s it.

I wish you all good health.