my pee is neon green...

i think it's due to the medication i was taking for the past few days. the reason i was taking medication is that when i returned my stool sample to my doctor he found some blastocystis crawling around in my poop. so hopefully (for everyone around me) after this medication runs it's course on my guts i'll stop having copious amounts of flatulence...

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