There are many problems for the IBS sufferer at Christmas. First, we are all expected to eat half our body weight in food, despite the fact that a lunchtime sandwich normally leaves us in pain.
Then, there are all the high pressure relatives who decide they know everything about IBS and what we should be doing and shouldn't be doing and how healthy they would be if they were us.
And then, the worst bit of all, in my opinion - the fact that there's no moving Christmas. If you wake up Christmas morning and you feel like seven circles of hell, well it's tough - you get to open presents and eat turkey and watch the Queen like the rest of them.
I dread days like this because you never know how you're going to feel. I'm pathetically grateful if I wake up and feel fine, because then I can actually enjoy myself.
But if I wake up feeling terrible then the fact that it's Christmas, or my birthday, or whatever other jolly time of year it's supposed to be, only makes the whole thing worse.
At least on ordinary days you're allowed to be grumpy.
Anyway, enough of my ranting - I would like to wish all IBS Tales visitors a very happy and prosperous Christmas - may you all wake up and feel great.
This is hilarious. I've always been jealous too. I have friends who can eat whatever my university's cafeteria serves up at any time of the day. Big pancake breakfast? Sure! Oh, what I wouldn't do for that iron gut.