So the day after I was diagnosed with typhoid, I realized that I really missed home. At first I looked for chicken noodle soup - no luck. Then herbal tea - nope. All the others? No luck. (Too hot for a blanket and no power).
So then I was like, "What can I do that will remind me of home?" So I went to grocery store and found a box of copycat brad 'Corn Flakes' and a box of warm sterilized milk that had probably been on the shelf for a year or two. I went back to house and realized that I didn't have a spoon. So I had to eat the stale cold cereal and warm milk with my fingers. It was good though. A little taste of home - it just had a bunny on the box instead of a chicken.
Meanwhile, when Logan got home a couple days later he tried burning and cutting on his hand to treat his aliments as a home cure. And for cutting he used a 6 inch switch blade [Illegal in Canada] that he bought in Uganda for $2.00. Uh, seems to work, but we will see. More to come on the results of this [crazy] treatment later. [Sorry Logan's family, but it was just too funny/strange]. P.S. It was treatment for a wart, so it was a relatively minor 'surgery'.
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