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Thanks, because ultimately my boyfriend (as a reminder, I am gay) says I am obsessed with IBS, and need to make peace and accept it as part of my life instead of being at war with it all the time. He is right. "Resist not evil" and all that jazz. Not sure how to do that except to just allow that having IBS will entail periods when I have "D" and periods when I am just peachy keano! I started this thread to get some ideas from others here what their peachy keano state is, since I sincerely wondered if I am just too hard on myself. For example, in July I had about 20 good days without "D", then I had about a week when I had "D" light symptoms (mushy stuff) and was put on Lorazepam by my GP because I was so filled with anxiety about it. But my partner says that I have to learn to go with the flow (no bad pun intended - oh, gross!), since having a "D" day can make me a nervous wreck. There is still part of me that thinks it means I am sick! In reality, I am just having an IBS D day, although I sure wish I could figure them out and stop them. I try so hard (pity party in progress). I have been making my definition of "stable" be NO IBS "D" EVER AGAIN! Well, not sure that is realistic, but it sure sets me up to be a basket case a few times a month (and someone in another post told me I was lucky not to get PMS?). The worst part of this ailment has been my emotional response. If I can define "stable" in a much looser manner (again, no pun intended as in 'loose as a goose'), then I can perhaps have a better life. If I was a vain teenybopper girl, I'd cry into my pillow every night if I had a zit. This nonsense has got to stop since my partner is threatening to suffocate me with a giant loaf of soluble sourdough bread!

P.S. Yes, ladies, I was a very vain teenager, so I apologize if I insulted females in this post. I even did modeling work for Macys which helped put me through college. But now none of that matters - life is a process of renewing "who" we are, hopefully in more mature terms. Oh, my favorite modeling photo was standing around with some other really handsome guys, all of us in underwear holding footballs or football helmets. Sure, I have football helmet parties all the time, don't you? Wierd! I guess they thought it was kinky having a group of good looking guys standing around smiling at each other in their undies, but giving them sports equipment made it ok! What a society! (smile)

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