The Survivor

I've decided to amputate my leg. For sure now! No food four days now. If I wait any longer, I run the risk of fainting from combined shock and hunger in the middle of the operation and bleeding to death. And as wretched as I am, I still want to live. Survival of the fittest. I'm not athletic, but I sure am mentally and morally fit. As a nurse once said (jokingly but still serious) treating a little scab I had when I was small, Sooner or later the question comes up in every medical student's career: How much shock-trauma can the patient stand'? And she'd whack her pointer at his chart of the human body, hitting the liver, the kidneys, the heart, the spleen, the intestines Cut to its base level she'd say. the answer is always another question: How badly does the patient want to survive? And I want to survive. I need to survive. I think I can bring it off.

I really do.

I suppose I'm writing to put off the inevitable, but it did occur to me that I haven't finished the story of how I came to be here. Perhaps I should tie up that loose end in case the operation does go badly. It will only take a few minutes, and I'm sure there will be enough daylight left for the operation. Ha!

I keep bringer her up, but Princess Celestia told me of a far away land, a land that we Equestrians lost touch of so many generations back. I was supposed to meet up with others in an area around it. I don't even remember their names. You know i am glad and sad none of my friends ame. I dont want them suffering now. Hah haah i wonder if wed go and eat each other BAD TWILIGHT! Dont think of nasty stuff like that. Well it doesn't matter now. A freak hurricane had me wipe out here. Well here I am. Happy now you bastard hurricane? Ha ha.

But I know what I have to do. This may be the last entry, but somehow I think I'll make it. Haven't I always'? And they are really doing marvelous things with prosthetics these days. I can get along with one hoof quite nicely.

It's time to see if I'm as good as I think I am. Luck.