Questionable bread and the full exploitation of first aid

Every morning (almost), I buy bread from a seller who has a boutique about 100 m from my house. While I know where the bread comes from (it arrives in the back of a taxi, having been brought there from the village boulagerie), sometimes I wonder in what state it arrives. At any rate, it usually tastes half decent. Just, by the time it gets to me, I often wonder how many hands have touched it and what has been on the hands of those who have touched it . . . But ah, such is life, and I have yet to get seriously sick my whole time being here.
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I've noticed that if you get a cut or an open sore on the ankle of your foot, right by your sandal strap, it can take a very long time to heal. As a consequence, finally I dove into my first aid kit, which is full of happy treasures waiting to be used for the sake of my health. I appreciate that red bag more than ever before, although I find it rather ironice that I've used it not while in the villages but while in the city . . . But, the thing is loaded with meds, bandages, alcohol wipes, and even, as I discovered for the first time when I opened it up for the first time only a few weeks ago, medications! For diarrhea, cold, and headaches. Why I was buying medications, I don't know . . . ah ha ha ha ha.
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I am alone, at the moment. My housemates have moved out. I spent last night not wasting the evening away by watching a few movies (although I did watch one episode of "Heroes"). No, I cleaned out our kitchen. It was disgusting. Still, I bleached the floor, and wiped down the walls somewhat. Emptied out a whack of junk that was in it. I like my kitchen a lot more now!

I made note of two things: truly, I was living with bachelors (well, even if they did have kids, in that house, they lived alone while in Fatick) and second, the maid didn't do a very good job of cleaning.

But, with the boys goes the maid. So, now, finally, for the first time, I have the kitchen to myself, and perhaps I'll have to find someone to start cleaning out my house on a daily basis. Except, she'll actually clean well, not like this other woman . . . And, I also have to find someone else to do my laundry . . .
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A new family, however, is moving into the two other rooms, but they are WV workers, so I'm sure it will be a beneficial thing.
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NEwho, that's all for now. I gotta get to my day.