Hey there.
I'm exhausted.
My eyes... I don't know if I can keep them open...
After a nine o'clock start and a full day of hard work, interspersed with bouts of severe hunger and unhealthy bleeding...
You get the idea.
My world is spinning. I don't know whether it's due to fatigue or whether the infection is slowly taking over my body but...
Everything is pale and dull.
All I can see is beige. It's like being in a retirement home. I feel that close to death.
Now, they do have a hospital here, and apparently they can tell whether you are under the influence of zombie pretty easily.
DNA tests can show without doubt if the fosinopril compound has bonded with your cells. I should probably go.
Anyway, enough of my sob story. It's not important to you. You probably don't care either way if I live or die.
Most of you out there probably just see me as words on a screen. An encapsulated conciousness. Immortalised thoughts.
You know, even if I do turn, I'll try to keep this blog going. That might be interesting for once. Oh, and by the way...
X-rays.
X-rays are apparently a 'miracle cure' for the infection. Yeah, stupid, I know... But guess what I was playing with today?
X-rays! Wouldn't it be amazing if today's lab session actually cured me? Finally... A use for lab! Heheh... Let's hope...
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