Prompted by the resurfaced haemorrhoid thread...
OK so I have been suffering for 25 years with a lively bottom.
In 2001, doubling up with stabbing pains to the left lower abdomen, I got a 'clinical diagnosis' of diverticulosis. This means pockets in the lower bowel, causing problems (sudden pain, sudden need to shit) especially in the morning.....
So I changed to a high fibre diet. Pain disappeared.....
But the frequency of morning shits slowly increased over the years. To the point where if the train to work had 'no working toilets' (a super special here on the north Kent railway to Hell) I had to go home instead of work.
Early this year, having reached a preposterous seven shits before ten in the morning, I went back to the doc. Cancer? A camera up the arse said 'no'. It also said my colon was as smooth as a baby's forehead. No diverticulosis. What the actual fark?
An old mate of mine told me 20 years ago that milk was for children. Adults metabolise lactose with bacteria that irritate the bowel. '**** off, you silly tart' I said.
In January I though what the ****. Let's try it. Lovely lactose free semi skimmed at Sainsbury. Jobbies a good un?
Within three days my bowel returned to a motion and productivity I had 40 years ago. I accidentally had a cafe au lait a couple of weeks ago and spent three days on the donought in granny's greenhouse, a situation that reverted after I gave my head (and attention to milk) a wobble.
Trust me, you over 35s. This is life changing. Milk is for children. I would be rude to not share this with you.
HWT
OK so I have been suffering for 25 years with a lively bottom.
In 2001, doubling up with stabbing pains to the left lower abdomen, I got a 'clinical diagnosis' of diverticulosis. This means pockets in the lower bowel, causing problems (sudden pain, sudden need to shit) especially in the morning.....
So I changed to a high fibre diet. Pain disappeared.....
But the frequency of morning shits slowly increased over the years. To the point where if the train to work had 'no working toilets' (a super special here on the north Kent railway to Hell) I had to go home instead of work.
Early this year, having reached a preposterous seven shits before ten in the morning, I went back to the doc. Cancer? A camera up the arse said 'no'. It also said my colon was as smooth as a baby's forehead. No diverticulosis. What the actual fark?
An old mate of mine told me 20 years ago that milk was for children. Adults metabolise lactose with bacteria that irritate the bowel. '**** off, you silly tart' I said.
In January I though what the ****. Let's try it. Lovely lactose free semi skimmed at Sainsbury. Jobbies a good un?
Within three days my bowel returned to a motion and productivity I had 40 years ago. I accidentally had a cafe au lait a couple of weeks ago and spent three days on the donought in granny's greenhouse, a situation that reverted after I gave my head (and attention to milk) a wobble.
Trust me, you over 35s. This is life changing. Milk is for children. I would be rude to not share this with you.
HWT