Something I’ve kept to me because, let me be honest, admitting that you have IBS isn’t the kind of thing that people just discuss.
I have grown accustom to planning my medications based on what I am doing that day.
For instance, today, I knew I would be out with my daughter and my mother. I skipped my Linzess. I wanted to be sure that I did not get an upset stomach when I was out because it is never fun to be sick when you are out. Especially if you are unsure that there is a restroom available and one that is private.
Like a gift that keeps on giving, my IBS D decided to visit anyhow. I hate that I need to rush to a restroom, and I’m embarrassed when I leave the bathroom because I’m sure that they know I’ve just been sick.
I realized today how debilitating IBS can be. I don’t take the Linzess, and IBS C happens, and with the Linzess, my body goes to the opposite, and IBS D becomes a problem.
Things I’ve avoided the past couple of years due to this gift that keeps on giving:
Hikes through the Hollywood Hills
The beach for day trips
Long car rides through the desert or up the coast
I felt it was time to share this. The point of my blog is to show others they aren’t alone with conditions that they may feel uncomfortable with. I hope that sharing this helps others to know they’re not alone. I do hope that over time these issues will not stop me from living the life I want to live.
I’ve missed quite a few blogging days, but life indeed does happen. Since the 1st of July, when I last wrote, the kitten we adopted needed to be put down. It turns out he was born with Parvo, and he was just too sick. He was only 1.8 lbs when I was at the emergency vet with him. It was a hard decision to make.
I’ve also started a side job to help with life within our joint family as my partner has been going through it since he’s in production. Times genuinely are tough for so many right now.
I’ve found that I need to take better care of myself when it comes to perceiving myself. I am too hard on myself and in many ways. I have been struggling, which comes to no surprise with my weight. I fear that if I am overweight, people, strangers will judge that possibly I overeat or I have no discipline, but that is not the case.
I listened to this podcast over the weekend where a woman talked of body positivity. She discussed mourning the clothes we have for when we “lose” the weight we have gained. I’m going to work on mourning that bottom drawer in my dresser.
Some days it does feel like I’m trying to tackle so much to feel good about myself, but I need to remember sometimes slowly and more thoroughly is the best way.
Until tomorrow….you know unless life happens a little too much.
So this gal is anemic again & has a thyroid being a little bitch and not working how it should. So I go in to see why my vision is off and why these migraines come to visit daily like an unwanted house guest, and instead, I find out other nonsense.
It’s funny that my ferritin is low again because, in my picture memories, it showed that I was getting an iron infusion this day last year. It’s like my body is on a cycle.
I can’t wait until I can go a year without my body reminding me who is in charge, and it seems this isn’t the year for that.