Stomach feels a bit dodgy this morning. Nothing major, but enough so as you'd notice.
The trouble with IBS is that you get this a lot - days where you're not sure how your stomach is and you have to carry on doing stuff until either it seems OK or it announces that it will shortly be voiding its contents whether you are near a bathroom or not.
I've often wished for a stronger stomach. You know those people who say "Yeah, I've got a cast iron stomach, I can eat anything"? I wish I was like that.
Imagine - being able to eat anything you wanted, at any time. Imagine being able to go on holiday to wherever you felt like, to go on a plane for 14 hours and arrive at the other end completely untraumatised by your bowel.
It must be such bliss. Except it isn't, of course, because people with cast iron stomachs take their bowels completely for granted - they've never had it any other way.
I tell you, if I was offered a cast iron bowel I would love it and stroke it and never let it out of my sight.
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