: No, officer. It's not cocaine. I swear. It's live bacteria. I need it for my colon!
I went to the doctor yesterday, to learn that my knuckle really isn't out of place. It's just a soft tissue injury, and it'll be healed in about a month or so. Until then, I'll just have to live with the fact that punching things hurts. Fortunately, for the cost of that one appointment also included a review of what else has been going on medically, getting a new supply of fecal occult blood test kits, and a discussion of probiotics.
... that I was out of.
I knew I was running low. But one of my coworkers had promised to bring me some to tide me over until the weekend, when I had time to go shopping at local health food stores. She forgot.
So on Wednesday, I went to Sprouts (it was highly recommended by several witches) and bought some probiotic powder. They didn't have much to choose from, though. There was only one powder formula there. The rest were all in capsules. And we all know, if I wanted to be swallowing pills twice a day, I would have just stayed on the damn medication.
It had the same ingredients as what I was taking, so I assumed it would be about the same. Boy... was I wrong.
First, you have to take about twice as much of it.
Second, it's only about a third of the potency of what I was using.
Third, it tastes like shit. Actually, it tastes like mashed potatoes, and had the consistency of that too, even when mixed in a drink. But mashed potatoes are only a few steps up from yogurt on the 'food that makes me want to regurgitate other food' scale. So this is quite unacceptable.
Unfortunately, my coworker forgot the probiotics again the next morning. But in the meantime, I was putting in a call to her doctor, to place an order for the good stuff. And I was more than willing to drive all the way up to McKinney to get it! ... on Friday.
But the guilt she felt was palpable, especially after I told her about the mashed potato consistency mush that I'd gotten from the health food store. And she promised to bring some by where I work out, and give it to me then. And for that, I have to thank her. Not only did I get to take the real probiotics last night, but her delivery method left me laughing my head off all the way home.
Just picture this scene:
(try not to laugh, I dare you.)
There's a black SUV waiting suspiciously at a gas station.
A small black car pulls up beside it, so that the passenger side windows are side by side.
Someone steps out of the black SUV, carrying a small baggy filled with white powder.
The window of the black car comes down, and the person inside takes the small baggy, and quickly stashes it inside a lunch bag, out of sight.
The respective vehicles pull off in opposite directions.
Fortunately, there weren't any police officers nearby... or I might have had a doozy of a time explaining myself.
"No, officer. It's not cocaine. I swear. It's live bacteria. I need it for my colon!"
Current Lips: blue and turquoise gradient blend
I went to the doctor yesterday, to learn that my knuckle really isn't out of place. It's just a soft tissue injury, and it'll be healed in about a month or so. Until then, I'll just have to live with the fact that punching things hurts. Fortunately, for the cost of that one appointment also included a review of what else has been going on medically, getting a new supply of fecal occult blood test kits, and a discussion of probiotics.
... that I was out of.
I knew I was running low. But one of my coworkers had promised to bring me some to tide me over until the weekend, when I had time to go shopping at local health food stores. She forgot.
So on Wednesday, I went to Sprouts (it was highly recommended by several witches) and bought some probiotic powder. They didn't have much to choose from, though. There was only one powder formula there. The rest were all in capsules. And we all know, if I wanted to be swallowing pills twice a day, I would have just stayed on the damn medication.
It had the same ingredients as what I was taking, so I assumed it would be about the same. Boy... was I wrong.
First, you have to take about twice as much of it.
Second, it's only about a third of the potency of what I was using.
Third, it tastes like shit. Actually, it tastes like mashed potatoes, and had the consistency of that too, even when mixed in a drink. But mashed potatoes are only a few steps up from yogurt on the 'food that makes me want to regurgitate other food' scale. So this is quite unacceptable.
Unfortunately, my coworker forgot the probiotics again the next morning. But in the meantime, I was putting in a call to her doctor, to place an order for the good stuff. And I was more than willing to drive all the way up to McKinney to get it! ... on Friday.
But the guilt she felt was palpable, especially after I told her about the mashed potato consistency mush that I'd gotten from the health food store. And she promised to bring some by where I work out, and give it to me then. And for that, I have to thank her. Not only did I get to take the real probiotics last night, but her delivery method left me laughing my head off all the way home.
Just picture this scene:
(try not to laugh, I dare you.)
There's a black SUV waiting suspiciously at a gas station.
A small black car pulls up beside it, so that the passenger side windows are side by side.
Someone steps out of the black SUV, carrying a small baggy filled with white powder.
The window of the black car comes down, and the person inside takes the small baggy, and quickly stashes it inside a lunch bag, out of sight.
The respective vehicles pull off in opposite directions.
Fortunately, there weren't any police officers nearby... or I might have had a doozy of a time explaining myself.
"No, officer. It's not cocaine. I swear. It's live bacteria. I need it for my colon!"
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