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It started with a foray into kale, taken plain out of those pre-washed boxes sold along produce department walls as a means to balance my diet against all that brominated vegetable oil and lunches at places that allowed me to refill it, but when that grew too painful to continue, I resorted to adding ingredients more in keeping with the gut flora in my digestive tract, eventually trying to reproduce the Cobb Salad I missed from my daily outings.
Something was bound to go wrong with my recipe, however, as haphazardly as I sourced it, bland turkey leftovers from Thanksgiving, mushy avocados the in-laws bring by, and the packaged greens probably least trustworthy of all, and now I’m on my fourth day of bloody stool (third, if you count actual production thereof) after a killer stomach ache, neither of which would ordinarily be noteworthy if not for the coincidence of my worsening day-to-day performance. Are any of these symptoms worth asking the doctor about or do they just come with age?

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