I think I've posted in the past about how I enjoy writing poetry. Well, I have finally written a poem for us. I'm home sick today with a bad sore throat and a GI doc appt at 3:15 (bad case of nerves and trips to the bathroom) I don't know why I let myself get so nervous. Have taken two imodiums and will try to relax before the appt. This sore throat is getting a bit better. I'm trying to drink lots of fluids so that it doesn't get worse. We are going out of town for the weekend....that's got me a little nervous, too. Just keep throwing things down the well and stepping on the brake.
Here is the poem....hope you enjoy it:
We put on a brave face and try to act happy but if truth be known most of the time we feel crappy.
Planning our lives around where the bathrooms are. Worry turns to panic when we have to travel by car.
Some foods we can eat and others we cannot. If we "cheat" on our "safe foods" we'll spend our day on the "pot".
We constantly explain symptoms to doctors, family and friends. Most of which think "IBS" is in our heads... The frustration never ends.
So we go on with our lives avoiding "triggers" as best we can. Taking with us the things that help... Imodium, Soluable fiber and Michael...he's "the man".
So thank you all..... such understanding friends. With each other's support maybe someday IBS will end.
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