Finished the Test that Dare Not Speak Its Name

I can't write too much about it because if I gross my little sister out, she said she would retaliate by talking non-stop about breast pumps and girly stuff. So I will be brief.

FedEx came and picked up the well-wrapped and bagged stool from the three-day stool collection test. Mom did the heroic work of packing things up properly. I just pooped, which has been much easier since I visited the nutritionist.

I can't thank Mom enough. I don't even want to think about trying to do all the prep work.