JOURNAL OF DEREK RAYNE15 Apr.
57 yrs. ago this morning the Titanic sank. Funny how one remembers these things. I think I’ve hit my own iceberg and am sinking fast.
The altitude is rising and the vegetation is changing, even as the sides of the road become steeper. My lungs have begun to feel it and the temperature is more chilled at night. My feet don’t look so good - red and swollen - and have a very odd smell. Is this jungle rot, I wonder? I have no ointment or gauze left - all gone for my hands a couple of days ago. Wouldn’t do any good anyway.
Though I hate the thought of not being able to rinse them off in the rain, I’d best not take my boots off again. I might not be able to get them back on. Hands are even worse. They’re hot and throbbing. Am managing to hold pen between my index and middle finger instead of the usual way. Other sores are worsening as well. I think I have a temperature. I wonder what gangrene is like. I’ve studied it in physiology class, but only as a name and definition.
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