Hmm. Stomach has improved somewhat – not to the levels of a normal person but I stopped being normal about 15 years ago so that’s probably setting my sights too high.
Still, what I wouldn’t do for my old stomach back. Can you believe I never used to think about food or going to the bathroom, I just used to go when I needed to and then forget about it? Seems like a different lifetime.
And it doesn’t help being surrounded by normal people. The guy in the flat above me has been very happy lately, laughing all the time, lots of friends round, generally having a life. Bastard. He seems to be one of these people to whom life comes very easily. Not to me it doesn’t.
It’s not that my life is so bad, but everything is made so much harder by my IBS. I sometimes wonder how other people would cope. What would upstairs guy do if I gave him my IBS tomorrow? Would he stop laughing? Lose the friends? Or would he just battle on regardless?
Sometimes I think I have been very brave and dealt with a lot of pain very well, and other times I think that I have been pretty pathetic and missed out on a lot of things which I should have made myself do, stomachache or no stomachache.
But then, maybe I underestimate myself. Maybe upstairs guy would not even have made it this far. Who knows.
