From birth, she had been constipated.
That’s right, from BIRTH.
It was a hard life. Everything she ate gave her gas and then locked up her system until she couldn’t function. Finally, out of desperation, she quit her job, took to her bed and called Dr. Ploos van Amstel all the way in Amsterdam. He prescribed yeast, that wonder drug of the 1930s. There wasn’t anything yeast couldn’t cure; acne, gout, a big butt, ugliness…yeast was the cure!
Alice’s intestines were relaxed and she was able to poo with confidence soon after, which led to many party invitations. Happiness reigns again in Alice’s world.
Just follow Dr. Ploos’ prescription of 3 yeast cakes a day before meals and YOU TOO can have lovely skin and happy poos!
personal note: I am having surgery on my thumb on Thursday. I am hoping to pre-schedule my blog with fun stuff for you, but if I go missing, it’s because I can’t type with one hand!
I managed this weekend to lay 20 bags of bark, clean out the garage, make two runs to the dump, clean my entire house (dog hair still beats me) and do laundry, change all the sheets, do the dishes, pick up poop in the yard, find Minnie when she escaped, build a Rubbermaid storage unit, organize the garage a bit and make cookies. Did I say that my body is completely dead? I haven’t hurt this badly in a long, long time! But I got stuff done!