After consuming several gallons of summer berry probiotic yogurt, Hanson was curled in a ball on his bed contemplating the tragic urge to consume without constraint when mired in misery.
“You are completely infertile,” the doctor had said.
“There isn’t anything I can do? If I don’t get my wife pregnant, she’ll leave me. I’m basically just a turkey baster to her.”
“Well, some people recommend special diets. But there’s no scientific evidence to support any of it.”
And thus Hanson found himself feeling like he had eaten cement instead of yogurt, and considering the point at which probiotics became conbiotics.
Thursday, October 16, 2008
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