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Potatoes

Its been a while. General updates:

My pregnancy was miscarried or aborted or bypassed or whathave you after about 2.5 weeks of near deathedness. After first going to the Pharmacy for some over the counter hard core perscription strength medicine, I found that the Ukrainian colleague who had gone with me to converse with the chemist had procured meds for treatment of liver disease.

I do not have liver disease. Lesson learned: Ukrainian and Russian are just different enough.

I then decided to take the learned advice of a few babushkas from the canteen at work. They gave me some little black pills that are ubiquitous here for the treatment of temperate stomachs. Theyre actually coal. We have pink stuff, they have coal. They also recommended a secret curative diet for clearing out infections in the gut: mashed potatoes and black tea.

So I ate mashed potatoes.

Every meal.

For four four days.

And now I feel like a millionaire.

In fact, the daily ailments have subsided entirely, apparently I've been acclimatized to the air pollution, water pollution, noise pollution, nose pollution (Slavic male endorphens), lack of fiber in diets, absence of potable water, bread which may or may not have been mixed in some Armenian's basement, watermelons which may or may not have been sitting in that cage beside the road since April, lack of toilet seats, shared silverware and flatware, and the fact that everyone else here swares that they suffer from some some sort of head cold from October 3 until some time in May.

Potatoes are the secret. I'm like an Russo-Irish popeye. Without an ocean.

posted by Майлз Г. Смит @ 3:32 PM