Yesterday I found out I got Cholera but the nurse at the hospital was unable to provide me with any antibiotics so I guess I shall have to try again. I feel hellish if I am honest. If it is not bad enough that food if hard to come by it also has to carry to risk of poisoning me plus what little I can get I keep chucking back up and it is a terrible waste.

A small part of me thinks that I should let go. Take some pity on myself and throw myself off a cliff rather than endure sickness and famine but then I remember how hard I have fought to be alive for this long, about all the men, women and children who fought until their last breath and failed and the thought disappears. If I am honest I think I am too scared anyway.

I was supposed to be working my new job at the Dollhouse, but how can I when I risk a fountain appearing out of me on either end right now? I also don’t know if Cholera is contagious. I miss the internet so bad.

I think I am just going to go to hospital now and see if I can get some antibiotics.