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It took three months but someone finally stepped up and said "Ok, this is what I think is wrong with you."
Long story short, my innards (specifically my bowels) hate me. One would even say they were "irritable" if you catch my drift, and I think you do. See, bodies handle stress differently in different people. Some cry, some rage, some get headaches. I do all of that AND my innards revolt in new and excruciating ways.
I admit, I was a wee bit dubious at the prognoses. I've been diagnosed with IBS before and I seriously do not remember it hurting like this, but then again that was a decade ago and I was young and memories fade, blah blah blah.
Good news, there are pills for this sort of thing. A prescription one and an over the counter. If those don't work then we move to the bigger, nastier, more likely to cause yucky side effects meds and see if those work.
If those don't work, then we're back to square one on the "What the heck is wrong with Miah now?" chart.
So, I'm not dying. I'm not imagining things. Quality of life should be looking up in a week or so (knock on wood, fingers crossed, all that) and with any luck I may actually be pain free for the first time in months. Maybe.
And - hopefully - this is the last time I'll need to write about my bowels in a public forum for awhile.
Long story short, my innards (specifically my bowels) hate me. One would even say they were "irritable" if you catch my drift, and I think you do. See, bodies handle stress differently in different people. Some cry, some rage, some get headaches. I do all of that AND my innards revolt in new and excruciating ways.
I admit, I was a wee bit dubious at the prognoses. I've been diagnosed with IBS before and I seriously do not remember it hurting like this, but then again that was a decade ago and I was young and memories fade, blah blah blah.
Good news, there are pills for this sort of thing. A prescription one and an over the counter. If those don't work then we move to the bigger, nastier, more likely to cause yucky side effects meds and see if those work.
If those don't work, then we're back to square one on the "What the heck is wrong with Miah now?" chart.
So, I'm not dying. I'm not imagining things. Quality of life should be looking up in a week or so (knock on wood, fingers crossed, all that) and with any luck I may actually be pain free for the first time in months. Maybe.
And - hopefully - this is the last time I'll need to write about my bowels in a public forum for awhile.
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