I know lots of you have had this done, but I never have, so bear with me as I whine. I get to spend today drinking that lovely liquid I've heard so much about and then, in turn, basically turning myself inside out in the bathroom. FUN!!  Then tomorrow at 7 am I report to the hospital to say, "Please Dr, stick one tube up my behind and another one down my throat, so you can come back later and tell me there is nothing wrong in there and not much you can do to help me feel better?!"  I'm only actually feeling about half as sarcastic as I put on - I'm mostly relieved to finally be getting this done, a teeny bit anxious about the discomfort involved (oddly enough, the tube up the butt doesn't worry me, it's the one down my throat - everything makes me gag/vomit so I really dread that). And then just the news they will have for me, I am praying there is some way that they can #1) find nothing "wrong" with me, but #2) figure out a way to help fix me. That's not too much to ask is it?? I don't mind the occasional bouts of IBS but here lately it's been such a constant, chronic thing that I've been able to focus on little else. That needs to stop! So anyway, thanks for listening once again and I'll be back when I've rejoined the land of the living and unsedated!!! 
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Take care,
Michelle
...the greatest of these is LOVE. (I Cor 13)
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