I am afraid to say this, but I think I’m better.
My intestines still feel sore and kind of not right, but my poop is normal.
I’m still beyond terrified that it won’t last, that this a fluke and not a cure, or that it will come back.
Could I really be free of a billion of my closest microscopic friends after all this time? Could I really have a future of emergency-poop-free life awaiting me now? I can scarcely believe it.
The possibilities of what I could do would be endless.
I feel like screaming with joy.
I won’t though. I’m afraid to jinx it.
Can’t help but be like…