Day 1

Here we go: Today and the next few days are going to be me showing the world what happens when my stomach decides to throw a tantrum. If you have a weak stomach, you should read something else. Maybe even for the next few days.

This morning, I woke up at around two or three in the morning. I was feeling a lot of discomfort in my stomach. I didn’t know what was going on, but I knew it wasn’t going to be good. I tried to go back to sleep, but just couldn’t shake it. Then, it turned into a sharp pain and I had to run to the bathroom. I had diarrhea. In a lot of cases, being sick and having this problem might seem common. But when you have IBS-C, where the C is for constipation, it is a bit alarming. I was glad it was over and went back to sleep. But, only half an hour later it happened again and exactly the same. I didn’t know what was wrong and started to wonder if I should be worried. But, I went back to sleep and thought I should worry about it later. Only, now my stomach was a bit queezy. This is common for me, but this time it was a little stronger than usual. Nothing urgent. Just a lingering nagging that I might need to vomit. I went to sleep and brushed it off. In half an hour, I woke up. The queezy feeling was getting stronger and I didn’t know what to do. I tried to go back to sleep and just couldn’t. But, the last thing I wanted was to vomit. I have done it so much, I just get so tired of it! But, soon I didn’t have a choice. I felt it getting stronger and just gave in. I went back to sleep, but woke up after a couple of hours and had to vomit again. I kept thinking it might be food poisoning. It had to be. I crawled back to bed, exhausted. I woke up in the morning and texted my boss that I wasn’t coming in. I was just too tired. That was when I realized…maybe it’s another flare.

Call it what you want, a flare…an episode…many people who have IBS and other complications are familiar with this period of time where you suffer just a little (okay, a LOT) more than usual. Mine have been fairly severe and can last as long as a week and take as long as a month to recover from. Luckily, they generally run three or four days and take a week or two to recover from.

Sure enough, I was the only person having problems. My mom, my dad…fine. They had eaten the same fruit I had eaten the night before. Now I got scared. But, I buckled down and tried to rest as much as I could. I knew I would need it. I started to get hot flashes and sweat a little. The discomfort grew and grew. It didn’t matter how I lay or sat or walked…it all made me uncomfortable. It didn’t matter what I watched on TV, I didn’t like any of it. I couldn’t hold down anything, even water. I didn’t know what to do. I had this horrible migraine. Nothing was okay. Everything made me suffer. I threw up the meds, so those didn’t work. I was so exhausted. I didn’t want to go to urgent care. I could already hear them say the same thing they always have. “Your labs are normal. I don’t know what I can do for you. Maybe something for the nausea and diarrhea?” “I can’t keep down meds” “Yeah…there isn’t anything we can do for you. I’m sorry.” That five minute conversation costs me $150 every time. And 90% of the time I leave with a bruise that covers the bend of my arm, from the phlebotomist missing and scratching my veins repeatedly (in their defense, my veins are ninjas).

I’m just going to lay here. I can’t wait for tomorrow.

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