Monthly Archives: March 2006

Looking up

OK, feeling a bit better now. Please accept my apologies for being Mr Grumpy-pants lately, but you know how it is. I think that I find it most difficult to deal with IBS when not only do I have to avoid loads of foods that I enjoy, but it also doesn’t seem to make much difference – ie, I don’t eat pizza and I still get sick. You start thinking “Well why don’t I just eat the pizza?”

Still, stomach has improved and actually was perfectly normal this morning so at least that’s something. Besides, I’m still in the middle of treatment here, so there’s still a long way to go.

On the CDSA front, I was actually feeling too ill to go see the doc on Saturday, but he has kindly sent me the results through the post, and we’re gonna have a chat probably tomorrow.

I don’t understand a lot of the things on the results sheets (they run to about five pages) but it does look like I’m low on some good bacteria, and that maybe there are a few other issues going on as well. So hopefully that’s another avenue to go down and look for some solutions.

I’d like to thank everyone who has left supportive comments and sent emails – it is really appreciated, and I promise I will try to drag myself out of the IBS pit of despair and frolic gaily into the healthy-stomached stawberry field of joy.

Nice while it lasted

Well, as expected I’ve had some symptoms this week. Nothing horrific but some stomach discomfort and have been a bit bunged up. To be honest though I haven’t been that kind to my stomach – on a couple of days I had a major lie-in, which tends to throttle the life out of my intestines however good I’m feeling.

The trouble is though that this IBS stuff often forms a major vicious circle. I had the lie-ins because I was feeling miserable about never eating any gluten or dairy ever again, and having to live on lettuce for the rest of my life. Then because of the lie-ins my stomach died, then because my stomach dies I want to eat tuna sandwiches and cake to cheer myself up.

I managed not to eat the tuna sandwich (or the cake), but my stomach’s still in a mess. I don’t know, I guess I just think that after 16 years of struggle I deserve a solution that is a bit easier than cutting out half the food in the world. But then life doesn’t work like that, and IBS certainly doesn’t. Oh well.

I’m getting the results of the CDSA test tomorrow – will let you know how it goes.