IBS for Christmas

Ah, the good old Christmas season, when everyone gets flu and acts like they're dying when they've been ill for two days.

We good ole IBS sufferers have been ill for years, but do we moan, do we whinge, do we dribble? Well, OK, yes we do, and that's exactly what I'm doing right now, in fact, but I think we have the right.

Anyone with a measly little cold gets sympathy galore, and we get laughed at. Is that fair, I ask you, is that the spirit of Christmas?

I had a nasty few hours yesterday when I was sat there in the office thinking "Shall I go home, no, I can make it, no, I'll go home, no, wait, I can make it." Eventually made it, but honestly - this is no way to live life.