|My friend and yours ... Fleet Eneman!|
So this was it. Now or never. My friend's turd was my medicine. I scooped out some poo with a spoon and mixed it in a separate container with a little water until I had a brown slurry. I then poured the slurry through a strainer into another container. This watery sh*t shake was then streamed into a small fleet enema bottle, after which the I screwed on the probe-like lid. The concoction was prepared. The mad scientist in me became excited for the unknown results of what I was about to do. I got in enema position. Then in it went, where the sun don't shine. Squirt. I held it, got up, cleaned up, and left the bathroom that cold winter morning with somebody else's crap in my colon.
I went about my day as usual, preparing some breakfast and sitting down to eat. "Hmm. No difference so far." About two hours later, I felt the urge to "drop the kids off at the pool." To my surprise, what came out wasn't my usual brew -- it smelled and looked exactly like my friend's sh*t. And it came out much easier than was usual for me. Okay, so obviously my donor's bacteria had multiplied and formed stool in my colon. But would that last? To my disappointment, I had my usual hard stools that evening. The next morning I did the protocol again with the same result. Again the following morning. Damn. Something isn't right. I realized I might not be getting the bacteria far enough up the colon to make a difference. In Borody's clinic they often implant the feces deep in the colon through a colonoscopy instrument -- all I had was a little squirt bottle. Add in the fact that my bowel problems appeared to be more in my small intestine near my ileocecal valve, and I decided I needed to treat more than just the first few bends of my colon. Knowing it wasn't possible at home to replicate the clinical procedure, I began pondering another route to get deeper into the GI tract. Borody had employed another method of fecal transplant which involved a "nasojejunal tube." This instrument was basically a complicated way of getting the feces into the small bowel through the nasal passage and stomach. Well I wasn't about to snort some sh*t. But crazy as it sounds, I was strongly considering drinking a sh*t shake.
Part 9 of "My Intestinal Saga" coming soon ...