IBS Tales

Well that was quite painful. After around six whole weeks of a perfectly normal, standard issue stomach I’ve just had a week and a half of swathes of pain and gut disasters. Lord knows why.

Seem to be finally coming out the other side now, but that was really not a whole lot of fun. And the trouble is that once you’re in an attack there’s really not much you can do about it.

Generally I choose between going to bed and trying to sleep through it (that’s if I’m not at work or on the bus or something, in which case I try to avoid sleeping unless absolutely necessary) or just carrying on as normal and trying to distract myself with work or writing an email.

Of course, if it’s a really, REALLY bad attack then these choices are removed and I have to just go and sit in the bathrooom whether I like it or not.

Perhaps the worst thing is that when I have an extended spell of feeling OK, like I did for those six weeks, I start planning what I might like to do. And then my IBS say “Nope, don’t think so matey” and puts a stop to it.

Oh well. At least I’m OK today. I should thank my lucky sheep. (Thank you, Arthur.)