Woman on an island, day 18

I stare at my right hand, the thumb nail is missing and half of the index finger is gone. It looks like the wounds have been cleaned and cauterized. So they must have been real surely. This is going to make life very interesting indeed I think sarcastically. I get up to fetch some food...No good! I fall down with a thud. I can't stand on the leg yet. Get up you stupid bitch I say to myself but I can't rush this I realize. I see a half eaten coconut laying close to me and I start digging out the flesh and I eat hungrily. Dark thoughts cross my mind and I start plotting my revenge on the shark...I'm in the mood for sushi and I am getting my fingers back, one way or another!