A few years ago I was operated on the intestine, which resulted in removing its part and re-connecting the remaining meters. I was forbidden to eat any food for two weeks, and to restore function told to drink vaseline oil, several tablespoons a day. Who does not know, vaseline oil is the result of the purification of petroleum products. I can’t express his taste, because the brain prefers to block this information. The only thing I remember was the insurmountable desire to throw everything back in the same second, but with an empty stomach refused to react to such little things. After a couple of days it was like a focus from a strange circus, when you (pressing your nose) drink a spoonful of that shit and in a minute maximum, this oil is already knocking on the other door. You could drink it while sitting on the toilet. I felt like a car. Not in the sense that from the pumping of muscles you feel invincible, but in the sense of affinity with the old giants, whom the owner changes the oil several times a day.



On the sixth day I decided to "bund, bl&d" and told the nurse that I will not drink this gum and you can write me out for violating the hospital regime, because it is better to die unsweetened than having passed all the TO for 150,000 km running at once. The answer was brilliant and only the danger of accidental GSM leakage from the “technological” hole saved me from an emotional explosion:

Then drink olive oil, but it is expensive.

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Now I have learned to ask for alternative options if I am not sure of the adequacy of the proposed solutions. Do not get sick.