Tuesday, May 6, 2014


I'm one of those women who carries Purell wherever she goes.  Car?  Check.  Purse?  Check.  Diaper bag (back when I had one?)  Check, and how.  Even my geocaching bag contains a travel-size dispenser.  Yes, I know that germs build up healthy immune systems and all, and I don't go too horrendously overboard, but sometimes hands must be cleaned when there's no soap and water available.  (And I have a theory that the alcohol in Purell denatures the essential oils in poison ivy, so I use the HELL out of that stuff when I'm caching in the woods.)  Poison ivy-related use notwithstanding, you could be forgiven for assuming that I am quite the germaphobe.

And yet (I muse as I finish my breakfast) I just ate a large bowl of bacteria on purpose.  12 different kinds, even, 7-10 billion per serving, or at least that's what it says on the side of the kefir bottle.  Yum, yum.


  1. Kefir? Yuck. Having contracted c-diff, I DO understand the importance of keeping one's guts in line, so to speak. But Kefir? Nope. You're a braver woman than I am. Good for you!

  2. The flavored kind!! Tastes just like regular fruit yogurt...can't quite manage the straight stuff. ;)

  3. Better get your beneficial gut bacteria orally than through a fecal transplant, just sayin .....


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