Irritable Bowel Syndrome should be renamed to "Trying To Eject Your Bowels Syndrome".
( TMI time, whee! )
Anyhew. I could barely walk for about a half hour afterwards. I'm only now just getting my ability to walk around back.
Then there's the fact that I've been suffering from migraine for three days straight. I've been taking painkillers to stave off the pain but it does absolutely nothing for the aura. Ooh, and you know what? If that isn't punishment enough, I am currently being BOMBARDED with the sultry stylings of the CITY FUCKING MUSTER.
Yes, LOUD CUNTRY MUSIC really sooths my battered brains and bowels, I tells ya.
Of course, I have nothing to eat for dinner tonight. Because after nearly shitting out my shitter, I decided, "Fuck this. I'm giving up oily food. Today."
So, of course, my mother decides to throw us some frozen pizzas cause she's out on the job. Good on her, but there's NOTHING else in the house to eat and I am flat fucking broke. I'm so frustrated, so sore, so fucking TIRED of having problems with my bowels I am *this* close to dry-sobbing in frustration. But I'm not going to. I have no idea what I'm going to eat for dinner tonight, but I'll scrape something together.
I need sleep. My head is threatening to hurt again and I'm absolutely washed out and weak after my bowels just did a marathon.
Anyhew. I could barely walk for about a half hour afterwards. I'm only now just getting my ability to walk around back.
Then there's the fact that I've been suffering from migraine for three days straight. I've been taking painkillers to stave off the pain but it does absolutely nothing for the aura. Ooh, and you know what? If that isn't punishment enough, I am currently being BOMBARDED with the sultry stylings of the CITY FUCKING MUSTER.
Yes, LOUD CUNTRY MUSIC really sooths my battered brains and bowels, I tells ya.
Of course, I have nothing to eat for dinner tonight. Because after nearly shitting out my shitter, I decided, "Fuck this. I'm giving up oily food. Today."
So, of course, my mother decides to throw us some frozen pizzas cause she's out on the job. Good on her, but there's NOTHING else in the house to eat and I am flat fucking broke. I'm so frustrated, so sore, so fucking TIRED of having problems with my bowels I am *this* close to dry-sobbing in frustration. But I'm not going to. I have no idea what I'm going to eat for dinner tonight, but I'll scrape something together.
I need sleep. My head is threatening to hurt again and I'm absolutely washed out and weak after my bowels just did a marathon.