Life with IBS

I’ve written in painful detail about some of my IBS episodes but I’ve never gone into  much detail about the debilitating impact IBS has on my daily life, even if I’m lucky enough not to have had an ‘incident’ in a while. I’m sitting at work, as I write this, in some considerable amount of pain and it’s only 8.30am. My day hasn’t even started and already I’m doubling up in pain, have had to make a toilet run 3 times and have had to ask the office help to get my bag to the toilet so I could have my medication because I lack the confidence to make it to back my desk without collapsing in a dead faint. Such are the mornings [insert bathroom break] that I face on an unfortunately unfailingly regular basis. IBS means I often have to leave work in the middle of the day, usually thanks to my post lunch trio tachycardia, nausea and pain and have to work extra hard to make up for lost time the next day. It also means sudden absences from work when I’ve spent more time in the toilet in the morning than it takes to get from UAE to Karachi.  I also avoid office outings like the plague because the last thing I need is to create a scene out of office and I have no energy to scout for toilet locations and quick exit routes each time. It’s a desperate attempt to salvage what little dignity you have left to be honest, because let’s face it, having to make a mad dash to the toilet every now and again and coming out with tear streaked glasses because you’re mentally not present enough to wipe them is not particularly dignified behaviour. With all that interference in your work life, IBS often ensures people get passed over for promotions because they tend not to be seen as reliable assets. The only thing unreliable as far as I’m concerned is my gut, so I have a real appreciation for jobs that come with flexible working hours and the option to work from home. My current job comes with neither perk sadly. The other, and perhaps more keenly felt, problem is the lack of awareness and understanding of the illness. Unlike other diseases, IBS comes with no warnings and no symptoms like the flu that others can see coming and anticipate that you will need to take some time off for recovery. IBS attacks are sudden, unannounced and can rear their ugly head on a seemingly good day, which makes it difficult for others to understand – how can someone who was fine all morning suddenly be sick enough to need to go home. It seems to most people to be a convenient excuse to slack off, which couldn’t be farther from the truth since flaring IBS often leaves you feeling like you’ve been punched in the gut and left for dead.

I came to a realization though, and it was this- that despite how embarrassing it may be to discuss your colon chronicles at work, somebody needs to know. The simple fact that someone knows means I can be assured that should I have an incident, there will be someone who knows what to do, will be able to look after me till the blood returns to my fingers and toes [insert bathroom break] and will overlook the fact that I’m supposed to hand in a sick leave certificate every time my colon acts up.

[start rant]On a related note, sick leave certificates should not be necessary for people suffering from chronic ailments. When I’m having an IBS episode I consider myself lucky if I can make it to the toilet on time. By the time I’m physically able to get to the ER, it’s only because I’ve already taken my medication, the attack has subsided and the ER has nothing left to do except make me wait for hours before being seen only to say I’ve already completed necessary treatment and could you please wait for another hour before I can hand you your sick leave certificate so you can go back home to recuperate with your hot water bottle. [end rant]

I’m lucky that my someone at work also cares enough to know the location of my medication and is willing to skip work to take me home should I need to go. Maybe more than just somebody needs to know to be honest – your friends, your colleagues, your manager, your HR department – they all need to know, for your sake as much as theirs.

The impact of IBS extends far beyond work life. It has overarching effects on every aspect of your daily life, from your relationships, your diet, your travel plans and your life choices. [insert bathroom break]. 

In my case it has meant that my life choices rely for the most part on my gastric convenience.My diet has devolved over the years to the most bland things imaginable, especially when I’m travelling, just in case there’s anything there to irritate the gut. My taste buds I fear are dying a slow and painful death because they’re losing the food wars with the colon. I’m mentally siding with my taste buds but physically have no option but to do as the colon says so it’s a Catch 22.

My travel plans revolve around the proximity of toilets, hospitals, public transport and how close restaurants are to the hotel just in case my colon has other plans. Even if it’s just local travel, something as innocent as dinner and a movie becomes a nightmare when I’m having a bad week so I, more often than not, just don’t show up. I have become, against my will, the antisocial no-show because I’m tired of bringing up my gastric problems over and over again with my friends. I love my friends, I’d go to the moon and back for them… but only if there’s a rest area on the way. Just in case. Rather than be a source of annoyance to my friends, I’d rather just not go and let them have a great time without me.

My career choices become limited, both geographically and otherwise, because I cannot commit to work with travel, I’m no longer able to drive because of the frequency of incidents and have to opt for less challenging jobs to ensure that my stress levels don’t add to the IBS burden. It’s not that I’m not ambitious, it’s just that my colon can’t keep up with my dreams so I’ve had to become a realist and  settle for what I can cope with. Don’t get me wrong. Even within my limited choices, I like to challenge the boundaries and see how far I can go without compromising my health, but there are limits which seem to narrow ever year. [insert bathroom break]

And then, of course, is one of the most overlooked areas of IBS research – the impact it has on a patient’s mental health and well-being. IBS makes you a pessimist, whether you like it or not and whether you choose to admit it or not (calling yourself a realist is an attempt to put a positive spin on your pessimism, commendable effort but it doesn’t fool anyone). It makes you second guess all your plans, question all your choices and shreds your self-confidence. It makes you feel that somehow you’ve done something wrong and this is karma coming back to bite you. Unexplained illnesses do that to you- make you paranoid at times. IBS makes you feel less than yourself, like some part of you is forever lost to yourself. It stresses you out, which flares up your IBS, which in turn stresses you out and traps you in a vicious cycle which is not easy to break out of by any means.

It’s not all doom and gloom though. For all the craziness IBS has brought to my life, it has also taught me two valuable things about life – It’s all about patience and slowing down to smell the roses.

Want to know more about IBS? Enjoy and notice how even Cleveland Clinic offers up this pathetic line under “Treatment”…

“IBS is a chronic disorder with no specific cause, and there is no cure. The patient’s confidence in the physician’s diagnosis, explanation, and reassurance are vital therapeutic tools.”

IBS Episode 6

Episode 6 takes place on a dark unsuspecting night in South Korea. As though struggling with the sudden onset of potential laryngitis weren’t enough, the night brought with it the familiar doubling up in pain, dizziness and stiff hands. The main suspect, it would now appear, were the innocently bland spring rolls that may or may not have contained cabbage. While the pain passed quicker than usual, it has put a huge question mark on how I am going to manage the last day in the country and the 9.5 hr flight home.

Mornings are Tough

Mornings when you double up in pain while trying to focus on brushing your teeth  and then trying to distract yourself by thinking what an apt phrase “to double up in pain” really is.

Mornings when putting on a pair of jeans takes about four tries, what with all the bathroom breaks involved.

Mornings when your favourite pair of trousers feels like its shrunk around your waistline and all you want is to wear your PJs to work, because elastic is an IBS tummy’s best friend.

Mornings when you’re racing against the morning rush and against the clock to get to work on time.

Mornings when you’re exhausted before the day has even started.

Mornings when you have to convince yourself that it can only get better from here.

Mornings when you run through everything you ate the day before to figure out what went wrong.

Mornings when the nausea means you can’t have a straight conversation without wanting to throw up.

Mornings when you can’t explain how you feel – in pain or in undefinable discomfort.

Mornings are tough… most mornings… thankfully not all :)

Healing Nights

Sore hands, stiff muscles
Relearn how to bend, grip, flex
Through warm healing nights

IBS Episode 5

It’s been a while since the last episode, thank God, but that didn’t make this one any less painful. On a scale of 1 to bad it was bad. Probable causes- milk, stress? Well mostly just stress I think, not that any thinking on my part has led me any closer to fixing this.

Yesterday was actually a pretty okay day, all things considered, until about lunch which is when we heard about the sudden passing of Sh. Rashid. Whether you knew him or not, whether you’ve ever seen him or not, the news of a 33 year old man passing away from a sudden heart attack is shocking and all you can think is, “But he was only 33…” The news was still breaking when we went for lunch, with a three day mourning period being announced. By the time we got home, I was feeling rather low, and I couldn’t shake off the feeling by keeping busy either. The funeral prayers were held after Maghrib, and I realized again, that it is not the ones who pass away that we feel sorry for, rather all the people that are left behind to cope with the loss. I don’t think there is anything more difficult than a sudden loss, with all the time in the world for you to regret not saying the things you wish you’d said and regret not having done more.

We went for dinner right after watching the prayers, and maybe that’s why nothing sat. I had to take Colofac as soon as we walked into the house, and for the next hour or so it was the same  routine- parents rubbing my back and my hands which no longer had any blood flow. Only people who have lost something can truly appreciate the value of what they’ve lost – be it family, or be it the blood flowing through your veins. I guess there’s nothing in the world you can afford to take for granted and everything in the world to be grateful for.

Blood Flow

Blood rushes red life
In green veins so a grateful
Body can bow down.

IBS Episode 3.5

Okay so I cheated. I posted Episode 4 without the filler Episode 3.5. Everyone fast-forwards through TV shows sometimes right… okay maybe not Korean TV shows.

Anyway in my non-Korean IBS drama I had a pretty terrible end to 2014 and beginning of 2015. It was like one of those seasons you wish would just end already because they’ve been dragging on for so long. How I lasted those couple of months without an incident is beyond me given all the work-related year end stress I was under, but I didn’t escape unscathed either.

My colleague went on vacation just before the year-end shutdown which is (now was) incidentally the busiest time of the year for me what with planning both a shutdown and an annual plan for the next year. On top of that I had to cover for his absence which at any other time would be okay, just not weeks away from a shutdown.  I juggled both roles well enough I dare say until I heard he had fallen sick during his holiday and would end up being hospitalised for a few weeks (read during the shutdown). At this point I would describe myself as having been a master circus clown juggling about 20 balls at once while riding a unicycle…blindfolded… through fire…on a tightrope. While I could cope mentally, the tummy wasn’t exactly the willing partner and so I ended up on a physical roller coaster which by the time I came to, after the post-shutdown review, had landed me in a really tight spot. My colleague might have been the one who’d fallen sick but I was the one who’d lost 5 kilos without even realising it… to be honest I was so busy with work to even pay attention to what I was going through.

5 kilos down meant it was time for the dreaded doctor’s appointment (but not after some meager attempt to rest and regain some weight… which failed miserably). My lack of success meant I didn’t go see the doctor I went to last time because it would be too humiliating so I went to see his gastroenterologist neighbour instead. I think I liked him best of all because he  wasn’t so full of advice delivered the wrong way. He suggested a food intolerance test to help me manage my diet which sounded promising and then he went and (nearly) ruined it all by suggesting a colonoscopy. Et tu, Rahul? Still being camera shy I turned down the offer and said I’d come back only if I didn’t get any better. To be very honest, I don’t have a concrete idea of what “better” is. One month, two months… 6 months incident free? Who’s to say what’s “better” really? I think now, what with the weight loss, I’m inclined more to think of it in terms of how long it will take to go back to my original weight. If I can’t manage it in X months, then I’ll agree to a colon photo shoot (I should give my bacteria time to repopulate). I’m still undecided on X though… (maybe by the time I decide I won’t have to worry about it anymore!)

So anyway, I did get back the food  intolerance test results which were not very enlightening unfortunately. Of course if they had told me this 10 years ago it would have saved a lot of tears that came through trial and error. The one interesting thing I did learn is that they test for intolerance to… horse. Possibly the effect of the horse meat scandal? The good news is I’m not intolerant to horse meat… The even better news is I’d never eat a horse anyway so this piece of news is entirely useless albeit being a great trivia question. Besides confirming that my tummy and milk are arch rivals I also learnt that I can have egg yolk while I shouldn’t eat egg white. I’m inclined to think this is a gross injustice of a typo. I only just reintroduced egg white into my diet and I’m doing just fine. The yolk is the villain I tell you… there must be some mistake… you have the wrong man/egg!

So the final verdict is no milk, egg, beans, peas, corn, wheat, pistachios, coke and agar agar. I’m pretty sure you could whip up an awesome meal with precisely those ingredients, dessert included. But I won’t be greedy… I will agree to reduce everything except the milk, peas and corn which I love and eggs which are too healthy to be unhealthy. I will instead periodically remove and reintroduce them into my diet (only because a complete retreat on a  battlefield would appear to be loss).

Intolerably Yours

IBS Episode 4

I think anyone who knows me would agree when I say that this episode was completely uncalled for. Yesterday morning as I was finishing off my tea, before getting dressed to go to work, my tummy just… didn’t feel right. No pain, nothing. As I got up and the dizziness hit that’s when I thought, “It couldn’t possibly be an attack 설마… ” Feeling optimistic, I went to the toilet determined not to alarm my parents by saying anything just yet. Just yet lasted about 2 minutes after which it was the flushing, sweating and insane cramping with my mum rubbing my back with a fan to my face. Despite having taking my medicine the minute I figured out this would be a full-blown attack, the cramps were so bad I ended up emptying the contents of my tummy into the bin, tea, medicine et al. If there’s one thing to be grateful for in this entire episode, though, it’s two… The fact that I had the attack before I left for work and that my mum was with me (I’d really rather not do a fainting spell all on my own thank you).

Since my tummy’s erratic behaviour all through December and January, I ended up losing 5 kilos, back at the doctor with a food intolerance test result that tells me pretty much what I already know. You would think after being super careful all through February and March, April would not start off so horribly wrong. Not only have I not managed to put back all my weight but it’s now my first sick leave at the new job. How long before you have to break it to your colleagues that your tummy is really not in your control or anyone else’s for that matter, despite your best attempts. I’m tired of having this conversation. It’s really not small talk material.

The icing on the cake, really, after having been in so much pain and the countless trips to the toilet (I deserve frequent flier miles for this) was that today I had to get out of bed, go to the hospital and get a sick leave certificate which they wouldn’t give because I hadn’t come to seem them yesterday… you know when I was busy being sick multiple times and in no condition to leave the house since my car isn’t futuristic enough to drive itself or have a portable potty. And then the doctor tells me three things:
1. You have to learn to manage – Work in progress for the last 10 years so please don’t say that to me ever again. You don’t know what not managing looks like. You should be congratulating me for making it 2 months incident free.
2. Drink cold milk in the morning – Not really the wisest thing to say to someone with a dairy intolerance. You could have just asked or rather should have asked.
3. It’s in your head – You may be a very good doctor but telling someone with a disease that it’s all in their head is, I’m pretty sure, not what you’re supposed to be saying. It’s not in my head, it’s in my bowels. Hence, the name Irritable Bowel Syndrome, not Irritable Brain Syndrome which after this visit I think I may also have because I am admittedly pretty annoyed, in case you haven’t noticed. Just because you haven’t yet found a cure doesn’t make it less of a disease.

  • Irritatingly Yours

Stress is that gut feeling…

…literally.

–   The End   –

Or is it just

–   The Beginning   –

Of

Some

Insufferable

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-An ode to IBS

IBS Episode 3

IBS attack returns with a bang… the bang was the sound of me collapsing in the bathroom after I blacked out.

Sitting at the dining table having a quick snack before dinner, I thought I’d push dinner a little late because I was feeling kind of full. I’m not sure why I was feeling full. 1 bag of chips is hardly enough to spoil a meal. In any case, I stayed put at the dinner table, determined to eat before going to bed. After a while though, the tummy just felt…strange. No pain, just strange. I walked to the kitchen and told my mum who suggested I take my meds just in case. I didn’t turn down the suggestion because the strange was starting to feel stranger and headed back to my room, which is hardly 20 ladylike steps away (read 10 steps for me). Unfortunately, by the time I walked into the room to grab my meds, I was so dizzy I could hardly see straight. How in 10 steps had I gone from not feeling well to a full blown IBS attack, I’m not sure. I decided looking for my meds was a bad idea because I couldn’t see much and instead rushed to the bathroom, yelling for my mum to get the meds and water. And then, I blacked out. I’m not sure when I came around, all I remember is my mum asking me if I had gotten hurt. Thank God I hadn’t.

This is only the second or third time that I’ve blacked out in an IBS attack in the last 10 years, which isn’t bad odds, I think, considering how many attacks I’ve had over the years. After a non-stop back massage from my mum, I was finally ready to get back to my room and cuddle with a hot water bottle at 10.30pm. So much for dinner. I woke up this morning, starving, as expected, having emptied 21 feet of gut the night before. I think I may have set a new record for longest time to eat a croissant, though. I took my meds in the morning but they didn’t help much with the pain that came with eating… or maybe they did, and I was just hurting much more than usual. I can’t be sure. In any case, lunch was a banana and half a cup of yoghurt because the thought of my tummy having to move more than necessary was painful enough.

We recently moved house, so during the incident my family didn’t know where I kept my meds so it took some time for them to locate them (in the end they went to the one place they were 100% sure they’d find them and that was my wallet). They also couldn’t locate a hot water bottle because nobody could remember where on earth we had put it. My brother was amazing enough to run down and get one from the pharmacy though. There are a couple of lessons learnt from this incident which would be useful to any IBS sufferer:

  1. Have a single place in the house where you keep your medication, a bottle of water, a hot water bottle, a fan and a hand towel. If you can store your meds in the bathroom without them getting spoilt, then I’d suggest keeping everything there.
  2. Make sure the place is easily accessible (no locks please)
  3. If you’re living with your family or friends, make sure everyone knows where it is, so they can get to help you in time without either of you panicking.
  4. Keep your medication in different parts of the house to make sure you can get to it in time – kitchen, bathroom, bedroom – all good places to start.

Yet-Another-IBS-Weekend

IBS Episode 2.75

So the follow up appointment was much delayed and the post about the follow up appointment even more so. All with good reason though… The test results look nice and clean so the doctor has suggested going on a low FODMAP diet. What that is, I’m not entirely sure. What it looks like is a very long list of food that I need to go through to screen out possible triggers. What it also looks like is an uphill and impossibly long and inconclusive battle. Why the negativity you may well ask? It’s obviously because the list contains the last of the yummy things that I still have in my daily diet so you can imagine why I’m not exactly keen on doing this. If I cut out anything more, I’ll be figuratively living on cardboard… because that’s what everything else tastes like. The good news is that I don’t have to cut out everything at once… it’s more of trial and error to see what works and what doesn’t. I’ll wait till Ramadan ends to start this but to be honest, Ramadan has been great for the tummy so I’m hoping the good run continues without me having to experiment too much. On the flip side there’s some “non-specific” result which the doctor said can be ruled out by doing a colonoscopy. I’d much rather not, thank you very much, the guts are rather camera-shy. So here’s hoping by the next appointment, I’m episode free and feeling right as rain.

Dear Doctor,

I’m sure you’re a nice person, but I can think of a hundred other ways I’d rather spend my weekend. Especially when you ask me to eliminate my happy foods – milk, orange juice and mangoes – from my diet. Happy holidays and I hope I don’t have to see you again for a long, long time. :)

Not-So-Happy-IBS-Camper

IBS Episode 2.5

“Why 2.5?” you may well ask. It’s only because it’s the sequel to Episode 2. An epilogue of sorts. So anyway, after Episode 2 I landed at yet another new doctor’s doorstep hoping for something better than, “You just need to manage.” Blood and stool tests were ordered to rule out any gluten allergy (I highly doubt I have an allergy, but I’m ready to test any theory) and to make sure all else is okay in gut-ville. Meanwhile, I’ve been given some medication to take till the results come out – a probiotic and a medicine that’s something my grandma has been taking for many many years. At last, it would seem, we have concrete evidence that I am indeed my grandma’s grandchild. Would that I had inherited something other than the tummy, though. In any case, it’s the first time in 9 years I’ve been prescribed any sort of medication for IBS and I’m sincerely hoping that they bring some much-needed relief. In the event that the test results come out looking not so pretty, God forbid, then the doctor said they’d have to do some more thorough exams. Which is what the last doctor said, and the one before and the one before. Thank God, since then all test results have been normal so here’s hoping it’s nothing more serious that what it already is.

It’s been a day of taking the meds and I’m feeling miserable this morning. I know there’s no such thing as instant relief but I really wish there were. Woke up feeling poorly and then played the role of psychologist, very poorly I might add, in trying to convince myself that I was feeling just fine on the way to work. I think the mind can only be fooled so  much, so it didn’t really work which meant I was even more stressed out thinking I’d fall sick at work. Which I did. Is this what we call a self-fulfilling prophecy? I just call it a really temperamental stomach with no sense of propriety and a bad work ethic. I’ve frequented the toilet so many times now that I’ve had to use the word frequented just to convey how frequently I’ve been. I’m thinking I’ll call it a day before the day’s even started because I’m in no mood to cause any scene. Let’s see how that turns out.

…If I had a frequent flier mile for every time I went to the toilet, I’d have travelled the world 10 times over… No. Scratch that. I’d have travelled every toilet all over the world 10 times over. sigh

IBS Episode 2

So I went to bed last night thinking absolutely nothing except that Season 2 of 인간의 조건 had brought back 3 of the Season 1 members. Yayy! I couldn’t sleep and figured it was because of my back pain. It wasn’t. It was because the tummy was ready to go crazy. At around 11.30pm, I knew exactly how this was going to play out. The good thing is my brother was awake, so I let him know before disappearing into my bathroom hideout, phone in hand. Luckily for me, my mum got up soon after. I took my meds for the pain, but even that doesn’t help… actually nothing except my mum massaging my back helps. At around 12.45am, it was over. I was a naughty girl and asked my mum to stay up with me till I felt I could go to sleep by myself and at around 1.15am, I let her go, but asked her to leave my lights on. I’ve never been afraid of the dark but I think I’d have been terrified if anyone turned off the lights just then. I tried to get some shut-eye, while cradling my hot water bottle.

Episode 2 seems completely uncalled for. I ate absolutely nothing that I could imagine would hurt me and I wasn’t stressed in the least. Cornflakes and beef bacon for breakfast. Lunch was half a lasagna. Snack was a slice of cheese pizza and dinner was mum’s dal and kabab with absolutely no spices. The only thing I can think of is the lasagna place. It’s where we ate before we left for Sri Lanka and I fell sick right after. Could it have been the lasagna? Does this mean I have to cross this restaurant off my list of favourites? :( It would appear so.

I’ve had to miss work today and take an appointment with a new doctor tomorrow afternoon. The episodes are happening religiously once a month and I’m too tired to take any more. Here’s hoping the new doctor has better advice than the last one. :)

IBS Episode 1

Episode 1 happened 9 years ago so I’d be lying if I called this Episode 1, but then again 1 is as good a place to start as any so I’ll be generous and make this a read one get one free offer, if you’ll allow me to stick to Episode 1.

2013 was a great year. I could call it almost completely IBS-free. Towards the end of the year, the tummy showed signs of waking from its unnatural hibernation and by the time 2014 hit, the tummy had too. I adopted a been there, done that kind of attitude, despite being devastated that the 2013 run had not lasted. Unfortunately, a good attitude can only help you through so much in life.

Just before leaving for Sri Lanka, mum suggested I buy the medicine the doctor had prescribed, just in case. I’d not bothered to fill the prescription in January thinking I’d be able to manage just fine. But when travelling, I’d rather be super safe than sorry so off we went to a million and one pharmacies trying to find someone who actually sold the medicine. We must have hit every pharmacy imaginable in the mall, apart from the ones we’d checked with before resorting to the mall, and by the time we reached the last one I was convinced that the doctor had prescribed something that didn’t really exist- much like the cure for IBS.

We must have walked 20 meters from the last refusal when my tummy began to rumble, figuratively of course. I can’t really define what it feels like, but it’s sort of the dimmed hint of a dirty diamond from the bottom of a mine. You can just barely make it out and even then aren’t sure if it’s the real thing. In any case, I rushed to the toilet, luckily next to the pharmacy and my poor mum rushed after me. I really didn’t think it would be anything. I mean really. My self-delusion couldn’t have come at a worse time. In fact, I would rate this episode as in the Top 10 Worst IBS Episodes- worthy of a Razzie, in fact. I didn’t have my medication on me, I couldn’t swallow the tablet mum found in her emergency stash and after half an hour, I felt like someone had punched me in the gut and left me for dead. Luckily though, I was very much alive thanks to my mum (who rubbed my back for half an hour and broke hers in the process), my medicine and the life-saving bottle of water from the cleaning lady.

I figure this was some sort of foreboding of how the trip would go, but Alhamdulillah nothing happened for the whole week I was in Sri Lanka, except the car-sickness and nausea which seemed to be getting worse since the mall episode.  Back home and back to work, my tummy decided it was sick of the long rides and the terrible canteen food and so started the bonus episode.

Wednesday seemed like my usual busiest day of the week, so I decided I’d have a more filling lunch to sustain me. When I say more filling, I mean more quantities of the usual safe food- rice, plain chicken, some salad, lots of yoghurt. I thought filling and by 3 o’clock my tummy thought emptying which led me to thinking how on earth I was going to get home (work is a 2 hour commute by metro and dad-transport put together) I took my medication but it didn’t help. I was getting the sweats and I knew Wednesday was not going to end well. I was right. I tried to sleep on the metro and convince myself nothing was wrong but the whole self-denial thing just doesn’t seem to be working these days. By the time I got in the car with my dad, I was simply focused on not causing a scene which worked well till it didn’t and that’s when I realized… this is why the world needs a teleportation device.

I eventually got to the toilet, my mum and dad both got to me and more meds and water got to my tummy while the rest of my body physically went to hell. You know that the episode has ranked in the Top 5 Worst IBS Episodes of All Time when both your parents are trying to keep you from passing out and your blood circulation from disappearing entirely in your hands and legs. When you’ve had a Top 5 episode, there’s no way you can make it to work so I had along weekend and have spent the rest of the week trying to get back on my feet.

Let’s all hope the tummy runs out of funding and the rest of the IBS Season has to be cancelled.