warning: ancient crone blood

So yesterday I had my fecal transplant to help treat the C difficile that I have been increasingly unsuccessful at battling. (Hey, I did warn you there was poop, right?) Basically the mechanics of this involved getting an enema...of donor poop that has been pre-tested for communicable things. And then lie down for a long time and rotate around so the donated microflora could settle into different parts of my gut.

(Alternatively, I could have gotten a colonoscopy with the scope coated in donor poop, but I hate getting knocked out.)

Here is how you know your partner really, really loves you: They spend all week eating super healthy food and exercising and getting enough sleep, just so they can produce the best donor poop for you at really early o'clock to help (hopefully) treat a potentially fatal disease. (I did mention that C difficile can be fatal, right?)

Although partner says in actuality it did not take her that long, and my end of the process was much more onerous.

So far, the fecal transplant seems to be helping. I won't go into my bodily functions in detail with you, but I will say they are less bad. And also, I did not know how much pain my abdomen was in until I stopped being in that much pain. Also also, my appetite has gone from, "I only want to eat bland things and chocolate and tea and I guess I'll force down the occasional vegetable," to, "Some healthy fruit sounds nice."

ALSO, had an intriguing conversation with my doctor while he was doing the procedure. He is a bit of a fecal transplant evangelist, as he says there are many good things in poop that we don't know about yet. He thinks in the future this procedure *may* be used to treat inflammatory bowel disease(s) and even things like arthritis. So I was like, "I wonder what it will do to my fibromyalgia..." and he was like, "I will be curious to find out."

I am in *less* pain today than I was yesterday, but I am reminding myself that I have pain ups and downs and that is one day of sample so it doesn't count by itself and not to get my hopes up.

But but but wouldn't it be funny/wonderful/amazing/ironic if all this time, a little bit of crap could make me feel even a little bit better?