12/15/06
14:30 It seems I may be dying.
I
realized it just now, as I vomited some black bile.
I
had intended to postpone the publication of these diaries until my recovery became complete, but I now understand that recovery
may not be an available option.
Too
bad.
I
love life, but, soon or late, we all come to this point.
So,
I will dig out all the notes I have made over the past eight years that I have been afflicted with Typhus/Ross River Fever/Rickettsiosis
or whatever name doctors care to call it, and I will publish them on the net in the hope that they may prove of some value
to somebody.
It
seems that we are put here to eat and to be eaten.
If
you get lucky, you get eaten by a shark, a lion, tiger, bear...
But
only the good die young, and I am being eaten alive very very slowly by monster parasites, some microscopic, some quite large.
So be it.