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OMG! For just ONE day this week, I might have had a small inkling as to how it feels to be a “normal” person without IBS. I had a normal, non-painful, relatively quick and very uneventful BM. GASP!! And why yes, as it happens so rarely, I do feel the need to tell the whole cyber world about it! It was truly an event for the record books.
Now, I really really wish I knew what I did to make it happen so I could replicate it. But I have no idea. That’s all part of the deal. What works Tuesday won’t work Saturday and sure as hell won’t work next month. *sigh* But there is always hope that it may happen again!
I am after all, pretty young. There is plenty of time for one or two more normal BMs in my life! Right? (I have my fingers crossed…)
The toilet seats in the new place are brutally uncomfortable. I don’t get how one can be so different from another but this one…. OUCH I am afraid to sit down, I may not be able to stand up! I want to buy a new one, but how does one go about finding a comfortable one? I hate the padded ones, they always hurt because of the plastic seam. I wonder if it is because of the shape? These are more rounded than I am used to. ahhh….. the things that run through your mind when you’re tired…..
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I have read in the past, although I can’t remember where, lists of stupid things people have said to people with IBS. I felt lucky as I read the list (which I really wish I could find again…), because I had not had to deal much with what ignorance sometimes leads people to say. But this week, some one told me that their “stomach hurt a little” and he thought he might “have a case of IBS today”. I couldn’t help it, I wanted to smack him.
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I really want a steak today. I know it’s not worth the pain it would cause, but mmmmmmm…. the pictures on the restaurant’s web site look SO DAMN GOOD. I may be willing to maim someone for a fajita. Damn cravings. Why am I doing this to myself? It is so weird that I am craving red meat though. I haven’t wanted steak or something like that in months. I hope this passes quickly.
Moving sucks. Ha! Betcha didn’t know that.
I guess, in the grand scheme of things, I can’t complain all that much about this past week. I made it to work everyday, though I was late a time or two. I got my work done and wasn’t stuck in the bathroom all day. And we successfully packed all our random crap stuff up and have it all deposited in the new place.
But I felt horrible all week.
Very early in the week it was the D which then, following normal patterns, became lovely C. And, for some unknown reason, probably stress, I was light headed and dizzy for three fun filled days. Blah. Friday night and Saturday morning where the worst, which is expected as the move was imminent. I hadn’t been able to have a BM in a couple of days so I was feeling gross. Of course, I had NO TROUBLE going when it was time for me to leave to come here to the new place Saturday morning and do the walk through and get the keys. I was ten minutes late. and really, grand scheme of things, not too bad. But I hate being late.
I managed to live through several back and forth trips from here to the old place, where I stood around directing people, since I can’t carry anything heavier than a feather or run up and down the stairs repeatedly without collapsing. When we came back here to stay, I managed to get a lot done though. Especially yesterday. Lots of laundry and lots of unpacking. Oh, and, lots of stressing out muscles I forgot I had. I am so sore. Just goes to show me how little exercise I have had since my IBS flared so bad 10 months ago. Too much activity makes me ache and can give me D if I am having a bad day, even just some walking, so I got quite the work out yesterday.
And, of course, I have been paying for it since yesterday afternoon.
I foolishly left the house yesterday afternoon for a trip to the store (well, it wasn’t foolish at the time, but looking back, hmmm…. perhaps I should have known better, I am not normal after all, I should have known something would happen if I left the house after such an eventful weekend….). I spent my time at the store in the bathroom while the Hubby did the shopping. It was loads of fun!
I’ll have you know that the local grocery store has one women’s restroom with only 2 stalls (I am sure you wanted to know that, right?). Ugh. Luckily, there was not much to the shopping list. By the time my Hubby was ready to leave, the Bentyl that I dry swallowed (YUCK!) was starting to control the mad spasams that where attacking me and I was able to leave my noisy sanctuary and come home. Last night was ok, but today has been kinda iffy. General blah feeling with lots of bloating and noise thrown in for good measure. So now I am in recovery mode. I am eating on schedule again. And I’m going to bed early tonight. The boxes will have to wait or learn to unpack themselves.
Well, except for the box that is hiding my soap; that one we need to conquer.
I’m moving this week so if I don’t post much that’s why.
Don’t worry though. I’ll be back. And with the way my luck has been lately, I’ll have lots of “fun” stories to share.
That’s me! I’m the new girl at work. Well, one of the Newbies. The non-newbies are quite surprised at how little I can eat. They joke about my daily lunch – a baked potato. When we went out to lunch last week they where looking at the menu and playing “What can she eat?” ha. ha. ha. I can’t decide if it bothers me. Well, that’s not entirely true. I’m 90% sure that I don’t mind. I would rather they ask questions so that they understand instead of just not caring and trying to get me to eat all sorts of things that would make me sick (like the last place I worked…). But, you don’t have to tell me every day how much it sucks. I KNOW HOW MUCH IT SUCKS! I’m living it every day so trust me when I say you don’t have to point it out to me. I don’t mind answering questions. There is so much misunderstanding out there about IBS that I am glad to help a few people get a better understanding about it.
How do you deal with your coworkers?
It is impossible to poop when your child is playing peek-a-boo with you from behind the bathroom door. It is even more impossible when he is squealing because he is enjoying it so much. I know this for a fact because my son loves to play with the door while I am trying to… well, you know… without success because of the distraction created by the Kid.
I miss my privacy.
Lunch yesterday went off without a hitch! I had a boring plain baked potato while they all had fried seafood (yuck! I don’t like sea food anyway and was content with my potato and plain chicken). We had a good time, lots of laughs and no belly issues. wahoo! I was a little worried all morning because I didn’t feel so good. But after we got there I felt fine. Yay! All that worrying for nothing. This time.
I do have a new reason to worry and be stressed. I am going to be moving in 3 weeks. yay! We found out this week that we got the new apartment that we wanted. I am glad to be moving but it’s soooooo stressful. We have three weeks to pack so that should help keep the stress under control. Sort of. There is so much you can’t do until right before you are ready to pack the truck (because, you know, I sort of need the plates and silverware and my clothes and can’t pack them until the move date gets a lot closer…). So it will be interesting to see how I feel over the next month as we begin this new adventure. I can’t wait for it to be over.
AHHHHHHHH! The whole office is going out to lunch tomorrow! It will take about 2 hours they told me. And.. BONUS! It’s a restaurant where there is VERY little that I can eat. Lovely.
It’s going to be a long 2 hours watching the Boss and the CoWorkers eat.
But it’s not worth eating something and then maybe getting sick. I am past eating things to make other people feel better and less awkward. I am going to feel well damn it! So I am not going to be pressured into eating anything.
The people in the new job are great, they remember that I can’t eat most of the stuff they love to eat. It is such a big deal that they remember. The place I worked before ALWAYS forgot. I had been there for YEARS and they where still trying to pressure me into eating pizza just a month or two before I left. (Maybe they where trying to kill me??? ) But anyway, there is none of that here so that’s good. But it will probably be a little weird tomorrow while they are scarfing down fried food and I’m sitting there with my little bare baked potato.
I sort of feel like I am left outside to cool kid circle because they can bond over wonderful food and I can’t.
yeah, I know, I’ve mentioned before that women have it worse than men because their menstrual cycles cause havoc on our IBS. But when I’m stuck at home with a belly on fire and cramping like crazy all I can think of is the reason I am here at home instead of out buying jeans like I had planned. And since I know I haven’t eaten anything weird and my hormones are going nuts this week anyway, I can safely assume that my stupid hormones are to blame for my crappy day. Just like they are every four weeks. So, sorry I don’t have anything more interesting on my mind but that’s how my day is going.
blah.
On the bright side, it’s way better that I felt horrible today instead of tomorrow. Hopefully today was the worst of it and I’ll be ok at work tomorrow. My fingers are crossed. I can’t predict the number of days a month I’ll be the victim of my hormones fluctuations so I am a little bit on edge about tomorrow. Usually, if in fact there is a consistency in my life, it’s only a little more that a day that I am really bad. I’m going to take the max amount of Bentyl today and tomorrow and hopefully that will help. I am not ready to have my first real bad day at work yet. But I know it will happen sooner or later.
Preferably later.
So I am currently in the Slllllooooooowwwww part of my IBS-A cycle. I hope it continues through tomorrow because I have to go look at houses. We have multiple appointments (STRESS!!!) and I really hope that things continue to go as they have been the last 3 days. It would suck if my mysterious inner switch flips and the Hubby had to go by himself.
So, hopefully we will like one of them and then we will get to have a moving party! Yay! Anyone want to volunteer to help lug boxes? I can’t afford to pay you, and it would be impossible to feed you and avoid all the various triggers, but we would have box-hauling grand old time anyway! I’ll tell you now though while you’re thinking about helping, my current living space only has one bathroom. And we all know how important that is.
