The Survivor

I made a sign on the small white shingle of a beach on the island's south side. It took me all day, with pauses to rest in the shade. Even so, I fainted twice. At a guess, I'd say I've lost 25 lbs, mostly from dehydration. And hunger. But now, from where I sit, I can see the four letters it took me all day to spell out; dark rocks against the white sand, they say HELP in characters four feet high.

More flying ponies will definitely not miss me!

If there are any.

My horn and leg throbs constantly. There is swelling still and ominous discoloration around the double break on my leg. Discoloration seems to have advanced. Binding it tightly with some cloth from the balloon alleviates the worst of the pain, but it's still bad enough so that I faint rather than sleep. Good thing I know how to treat wounds. Celestia taught me. It isn't enough. No, nothing is EVER enough.

I have begun to think I may have to amputate.

That didn't take up as much space as I thought. I feel myself getting weak. Save this for later. I need rest befor...

Tomorrow now is. Swelling and discoloration worse still. I'll wait until tomorrow. Tomorrow tomorrow. If the operation does become necessary, I believe I can carry it through. I'm smart enough. I have matches for sterilizing the sharp knife, I have needle and thread from the sewing kit. More cloth for a bandage.

I even have two kilos of "painkiller," although hardly of the type yu prescribe. But they would have taken it if they could have gotten it. You bet. Those old blue-haired ladies would have snorted air freshener if they thought it would have gotten them high. Believe it! I know im not that type of pony, but as i said before, sedatives.