The Poo Guru.
Among all the wonderful things that my mother is in my life… she’s also my Poo Guru. Ever since I was a little toe-head my mom could always tell the state of my health by my “BM”. It was an ever constant conversation at our dinner table. If I felt a certain way my mom would ask the normal question, “What does your BM look like?” I would proceed to give her a full description. Size, consistency, color, frequency, and anything else about it. She would then give me my prognosis: eat/drink more this, less that, take more of this vitamin, whatever. Even to this day now that I live 1,000 miles away this consultation still occurs. Random pictures of my poo showing up in her email inbox are not considered disgusting… it’s considered a doctor’s visit.
