lets just say you just carpet bombed your guts with antibiotiics..

[vash]

now what?

KKK? Kefir, kombucha, and kimchee? how to reboot gut (good) bacteria?

asking for a buddy..a really gassy buddy.

[Tobra]

Probiotics

Go to a health food store and hit up one of the dirty footed hippies there for the right stuff.

[GH85Carrera]

Fecal transplant!

For some patients it is the only way. One friend of mine did it. He took like 20 pills all in one dose. Just a tasteless pill once you get over the gross factor.

[masraum]

Originally Posted by vash

now what?

KKK? Kefir, kombucha, and kimchee? how to reboot gut (good) bacteria?

asking for a buddy..a really gassy buddy.

They'll come back in time, but I have to think that your prescription above will speed things along.

Originally Posted by Tobra

Probiotics

Go to a health food store and hit up one of the dirty footed hippies there for the right stuff.

That probably works too.
This is supposed to be good stuff as advised by a Doc to a family member.
https://smile.amazon.com/gp/product/B073GDN3LT/

[masraum]

Originally Posted by GH85Carrera

Fecal transplant!

For some patients it is the only way. One friend of mine did it. He took like 20 pills all in one dose. Just a tasteless pill once you get over the gross factor.

Yep, I've read stories about folks doing that and essentially having their issues solved. I also read about a person that had issues that could get no help from anyone medical, so they got online and created their own. I think they used source material from the husband to provide to the wife and it worked, but holy hell. You would have to be either REALLY desperate or REALLY crazy.

Found the article
https://www.bbc.com/news/magazine-27503660

Another article on the subject
https://www.bbc.com/news/health-43815369

[vash]

I thought the seeding is placed directly into the gut? Going in thru the OUT door.

[ckelly78z]

Lots of yogurt, and fruit to keep it natural !

[stevej37]

My dentist prescribed some pills for a minor tooth abcess.
Before I realized what was causing it...I lost 15 lbs. of weight.
From 150 to 135 in 3 weeks. Nothing would stick.

I went to the ER and they gave me more pills to counter the dentist's ones.
In about a week, the pills did the job and I started retaining food.
Gained the weight back in about two more weeks.

[john70t]

Malta Goya

[unclebilly]

This is your solution right here... Haribo Sugar Free Gummi Bears.

https://www.amazon.com/review/R2JGNJ5ZPJT4YC

And I quote:
It was my last class of the semester, and the final exam was worth 30% of our grade.
After a late night study session I felt confident, but I had to decide between sleeping in or cooking breakfast. My eyelids chose sleep.
My stomach later regretted this decision, and after several uncomfortable stomach growls, I finally decided to make a quick stop by the campus bookstore and grab a snack before my test. Since the semester was ending and everyone was going home for the summer, a lot of items were on sale, including the snacks and candy that they kept up front. Being in the hungry state that I was in, it felt only logical to pick the largest, yet least expensive candy in order to get more bang for my buck.
And there they sat: two bags of Haribo Sugar-Free Gummi Bears, buy one get one free.
"What a deal!" I thought naïvely. I would eat one bag before my test, and one bag afterwards.
As I walked to class, I gleefully chewed on those abominable little bastards, unaware of the utter mayhem that they would soon unleash upon my poor, poor anus.
I sat down at my desk as the professor informed us that, due to issues with cheating in the past, restroom breaks would be prohibited until the completion of the exam.
"I'll give you 10 minutes to use the restroom now; this will be your last chance. Any takers?"
The demon bears hadn't released their unholy necromancy upon my stomach yet, so in my moment of ignorant foolishness, I remained seated, still munching on those miniature bear-shaped bombs.
After the students wise enough to take the professor's offer had returned, the professor handed out the test. I was six questions in when it happened.
It started subtly at first, almost like a slight tingly sensation in my lower abdomen. I thought nothing of it, assuming my intestines were just doing their thang. Little did I know that my intestines were trying desperately to warn me of the horror that was on the horizon.
By question 9 it happened again, but this time it was followed by a sharp pain, as if those infernal hellions had orchestrated an attack upon my colon. I fought to contain the groan that tried escaping my lips. It was at this point I began to panic; something was going horribly long, and I needed to get through this test before it got any worse.
By question 14 my worst fear was upon me; the Satan bears' burning, hot, liquidy dark magic crashed against my anal sphincter like a tidal wave. I was able to close the hatch just in time, but those relentless, toxic bears beat against it like Orcs breaking down the doors of Helm's Deep. I knew I wouldn't be able to so much as shift in my seat without risking a breach.
I kept fighting through my exam, clenching my cheeks with all my might. Beads of sweat began rolling down my neck. Suddenly, a loud, gurgling war cry came from my belly, and the entire class lifted their heads.
At this point, nothing mattered except expelling this ungodly presence from my bowels. With 15 questions left, I promptly wrote C for every answer and ran out of the classroom. My professor yelled something, but I was too preoccupied with the volcanic eruption that needed to take place before I could find sweet, sweet relief.
I burst into the restroom like the Kool-Aid man and, behold, the handicap stall was empty. Sun rays from the adjacent window shone upon it, as if it were a gift from God himself. It took me less than .5 seconds to undo my belt buckle, pull down my pants, and finally relax my weary buttocks upon the toilet seat.
It took absolutely no effort to expel this demon. Almost immediately, the floodgates of hell were opened and the damned, liquified souls of an entire bag's worth of gummi bears cried as they burned through my sphincter and into the watery abyss below. I had never felt such simultaneous relief and anguish in my life.
After 30 more minutes of this, I immediately went home, dug a hole in my backyard, and burned the remaining bag of gummi bears.
I leave with this; do not, I repeat do NOT eat these spawns of Satan. Not only did they cause me to fail my final test, but the anguish I experienced is something I wouldn't wish upon anyone, not even my worst enemy. The only place these god forsaken hell bears belong are buried deep below the Earth's surface.

[Groesbeck Hurricane]

And I was going to suggest Taco Bell......

[smadsen]

Find yourself a Gastroenterologist who can manage a proper diagnosis and a possible fecal transplant. For some, it's a life saver. It's not a DIY project.

[Steve Carlton]

I hope your buddy feels better soon...

[look 171]

Originally Posted by unclebilly

This is your solution right here... Haribo Sugar Free Gummi Bears.

https://www.amazon.com/review/R2JGNJ5ZPJT4YC

And I quote:
It was my last class of the semester, and the final exam was worth 30% of our grade.
After a late night study session I felt confident, but I had to decide between sleeping in or cooking breakfast. My eyelids chose sleep.
My stomach later regretted this decision, and after several uncomfortable stomach growls, I finally decided to make a quick stop by the campus bookstore and grab a snack before my test. Since the semester was ending and everyone was going home for the summer, a lot of items were on sale, including the snacks and candy that they kept up front. Being in the hungry state that I was in, it felt only logical to pick the largest, yet least expensive candy in order to get more bang for my buck.
And there they sat: two bags of Haribo Sugar-Free Gummi Bears, buy one get one free.
"What a deal!" I thought naïvely. I would eat one bag before my test, and one bag afterwards.
As I walked to class, I gleefully chewed on those abominable little bastards, unaware of the utter mayhem that they would soon unleash upon my poor, poor anus.
I sat down at my desk as the professor informed us that, due to issues with cheating in the past, restroom breaks would be prohibited until the completion of the exam.
"I'll give you 10 minutes to use the restroom now; this will be your last chance. Any takers?"
The demon bears hadn't released their unholy necromancy upon my stomach yet, so in my moment of ignorant foolishness, I remained seated, still munching on those miniature bear-shaped bombs.
After the students wise enough to take the professor's offer had returned, the professor handed out the test. I was six questions in when it happened.
It started subtly at first, almost like a slight tingly sensation in my lower abdomen. I thought nothing of it, assuming my intestines were just doing their thang. Little did I know that my intestines were trying desperately to warn me of the horror that was on the horizon.
By question 9 it happened again, but this time it was followed by a sharp pain, as if those infernal hellions had orchestrated an attack upon my colon. I fought to contain the groan that tried escaping my lips. It was at this point I began to panic; something was going horribly long, and I needed to get through this test before it got any worse.
By question 14 my worst fear was upon me; the Satan bears' burning, hot, liquidy dark magic crashed against my anal sphincter like a tidal wave. I was able to close the hatch just in time, but those relentless, toxic bears beat against it like Orcs breaking down the doors of Helm's Deep. I knew I wouldn't be able to so much as shift in my seat without risking a breach.
I kept fighting through my exam, clenching my cheeks with all my might. Beads of sweat began rolling down my neck. Suddenly, a loud, gurgling war cry came from my belly, and the entire class lifted their heads.
At this point, nothing mattered except expelling this ungodly presence from my bowels. With 15 questions left, I promptly wrote C for every answer and ran out of the classroom. My professor yelled something, but I was too preoccupied with the volcanic eruption that needed to take place before I could find sweet, sweet relief.
I burst into the restroom like the Kool-Aid man and, behold, the handicap stall was empty. Sun rays from the adjacent window shone upon it, as if it were a gift from God himself. It took me less than .5 seconds to undo my belt buckle, pull down my pants, and finally relax my weary buttocks upon the toilet seat.
It took absolutely no effort to expel this demon. Almost immediately, the floodgates of hell were opened and the damned, liquified souls of an entire bag's worth of gummi bears cried as they burned through my sphincter and into the watery abyss below. I had never felt such simultaneous relief and anguish in my life.
After 30 more minutes of this, I immediately went home, dug a hole in my backyard, and burned the remaining bag of gummi bears.
I leave with this; do not, I repeat do NOT eat these spawns of Satan. Not only did they cause me to fail my final test, but the anguish I experienced is something I wouldn't wish upon anyone, not even my worst enemy. The only place these god forsaken hell bears belong are buried deep below the Earth's surface.

You had me LOL. I know, we have all been there. with me, it was a simple ice cream with a totally empty stomach. Thankfully, it was just a simple class, not final.

[Bill Douglas]

I was suffering from an ailment known in medical circles as 'bad arse".

I had some real yogurt, and I mean REAL yogurt in the fridge at home and at work. each time I walked past the fridge I took a slug of it. So about 20 shots a day. the good guys won.

[svandamme]

[Aurel]

Originally Posted by smadsen

Find yourself a Gastroenterologist who can manage a proper diagnosis and a possible fecal transplant. For some, it's a life saver. It's not a DIY project.

There is a guy on YouTube who made it a dyi project. He found a donor and made his own poo pills .

[flatbutt]

I've always used yogurt.

[masraum]

fecal transplant, is, I think, usually a last resort, not the kind of thing that is needed to recover from antibiotics, unless maybe, you have some other condition/issue that exacerbates the situation.

[GH85Carrera]

I saw a news report on fecal transplant. Some lady that had full body radiation and a bone marrow transplant was having um, "digestive" problems. The show showed some fit 20 something bike delivery service rider vegetarian. He provided the donation, and some poor lab worker basically blended it into a puree, and used a pill making machine to load it into capsules. The capsules were designed to survive the stomach and not dissolve until they were in the right part of her guts.

They cut to the lady eating a large number of the pills and a couple of days later she was feeling better.

It is a gross idea, but she said next to the bone marrow transplant that saved her life it was a very important part of returning to health.