章 698: Cholera, the Walking Sickness
At first, I just thought it was more sludge that needed to leave my body. It was only when my reticule grazed my knee:
[Cholera (mild)]
What? Hadn't I succeeded my resistance check?
How had it even infected me? Why hadn't my System alerted me?
[Unable to answer question. To upgrade System Logs…]
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I had more urgent things than wrestling with my System just then.
Cholera, you see, is sometimes called the Walking Sickness. You can be walking around in the morning, as I was, and be dead before sunset. My mild case might not stay mild for long.
I finished my business, as well as I was able with the disease working on my intestines.
As I had said, it was a long walk to the river. I expelled fluids from both ends, as the saying goes.
Ah, a good question!
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Mike_Kochis
Mike_Kochis I refuse to lament the broken plans. The world is full of unforeseeable stuff, a lot of which has (figuratively) splashed on my windshield.
That said, tomorrow I gird my loins with care, for I venture into the hell known as DMV, Department of Motor Vehicles. I expect this quest to amuse my therapist, and keep her employed at least two months longer.
As always, thank you for your readership; I know I don't deserve it, but thank you anyway.
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