From Digestive Disease Week, Chicago.
So this meeting is, theoretically, a 10-year-old boy’s dream..approximately 16,000 gastroenterologists and hepatologists discussing what goes on from the mouth out through the rear end. I’ve yet to hear anyone say “poop,” “fart,” or “burp,” but I did enounter a “Dr. Butt.” All kidding aside, there’s plenty of fiber to go around — lots of studies of substance on hepatitis, obesity, Crohn’s disease, liver cancer, Barrett’s esophagus.
And apparently, there’s no lack of roughage in the exhibit hall, either. As I strolled through yesterday, I was accosted by a young woman at the Procter & Gamble booth who thrust a tray of “pink lemonade smoothies” in my general direction and asked if I’d like one. It looked marginally inviting, so I said, “sure.”
I sucked down a big gulp, instantly regretting it. My regret turned to dismay when she announced that it was the newest Metmucil flavor. Yep, Pink Lemonade.
Let’s just say that artificially-sweetened bubble-gum-ish psyllium was not on the list of culinary attractions I hoped to hit while in Chicago. Nor did I fancy examining my own digestive functions close-up and personal later on in my hotel room.
The offending product was dispensed with forthwith.
— Alicia Ault (on Twitter @aliciaault)