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The surgeon has decided that going ahead with the surgeries still makes sense,
even after my poisoning. The specific poison that my attacker used didn’t have
any direct impact on my bone marrow, or my index. They were probably just
trying to kill me as fast as possible, so the medical examiner would determine
that there was nothing worth salvaging. I dunno, that’s for the district
attorney, or whatever, to decide, I guess. I’m not going to busy myself with
worrying about them too much. I need to move on, and live my life. We’re still
taking precautions. I’m not going to tell you when my surgeries will be, and I
certainly won’t be telling you where. You’ll know that they’ve happened only
after they’ve happened. In the meantime, my posts will sound like everything’s
normal. The move-in is going well. The house is mostly furnished now, but we
discovered that we have to do some renovations/repairs in the downstairs full
bathroom, so the security people are sharing Dutch’s in the basement. He says
he’s cool with it, and I believe him. That’s pretty much it for today since I
apparently can’t say much about my life anymore without raising the alarms. In
my free time, I’m trying to commune with my alternate self, asking him to send
help. He’s definitely getting my messages, because he’s him, but I’m not
getting his yet. Maybe he’s just toying with me.
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