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The doctor is allowing me to write one blog post, assuring my readers that I
am not an alien from another universe, and everything I’ve been posting this
year has been an attempt to make myself seem more interesting, and gain
followers. I was born to this world, just like everyone else. Everything that
I have been doing for the last few days has been the result of an illness that
I experienced from the nursery. Earlier this year (when I came to town, but
not when I first came to this planet, because I was born on this planet) I got
sick from a virus. As I was recovering, I got a bacterial infection. More
recently, due to my exposure to certain plants where I work, I contracted a
parasitic infection. Of course, other people were exposed to the same thing,
but I was immunocompromised, so it hit me harder. If I were still delusional,
I may tell you that I believe I was indeed infected by a parasite, but that
the main reason I was susceptible was because I’m originally from another
Earth, where we don’t necessarily have such parasites. Now I know I’m not. I’m
from here, and I’m being treated right now. I should be back to myself in no
time, and no longer have the compulsion to go to random points on the map to
destroy portals to other worlds. I’m sorry for anyone who has been worried
about me. I didn’t mean to scare anyone. I was sick, and not in my right mind.
I trust my doctors, and I know that they have my best interests at heart. Once
I’m released from the hospital, my landlord says that I still absolutely have
a home to go back to. Unfortunately, I will no longer be able to work at the
plant nursery. It’s too dangerous for me. My weakened immune system may be a
permanent issue. There is no way to know yet. My support system, though, which
includes my soon-to-be-ex boss, is stronger than ever. They have all promised
to help me find something better; maybe something with conditioned air. I
don’t know what that could be. Since I’m not actually from another
universe—where I had a life for three decades—I don’t have any work experience
to speak of, so what even am I qualified for? I guess that’s a problem for
tomorrow. Tonight, I just need to sleep, and let the medicines do their job.
I’m glad to finally be getting better. Thank you all for being patient and
understanding with me as I navigate this difficult time.
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