Honey, What You Need is a Fecal Transplant. Here, Let Me Help.
What more can I add? Well a lot actually, but hoo-boy there is no place to go with this story but
down the sewer downhill.
Here ya go:
It must be one of the most stomach-churning medical treatments ever devised.A grandmother who contracted a potentially fatal superbug in Scotland has been saved after a hospital fed her daughter’s faeces to her. Ethel McEwan, an 83-year-old from Guardbridge, Fife, was near death after contracting Clostridium Difficile, the Daily Record reported.But she was saved after receiving a «faecal transplant» from her daughter, Winnifred.
The treatment involves liquidising a sample of faeces from a close relative of the patient, and feeding the liquid down a tube into the stomach.
The treatment restores the bacteria to levels at which they help the recovery process.
«When you tell people about the treatment, they wrinkle their noses,» Mrs McEwan told the Daily Record.
«But it’s not like they put it on a plate and have you eat it. You don’t ever see or smell a thing.
«People will have a blood transplant or a kidney transplant – what’s the difference with this?»
I have GOT to tell Ben and Sam about this. Because they love anything gross and poop-related.
BTW, I’ve been off the screen for a while (home computer died, dammit) but hope you had a great holiday.
I will do my best to keep the poop related posts coming.
I missed you. I thought maybe you just were busy at work. Thanks, I had lots of turkey which made me happy.