This morning, I had a pretty serious attack or (since I haven't become stable yet), a more serious one...Once again, I had to stay home from school, bringing a lecture from my father (who does not have IBS), comfort from my mother via phoneline (she DOES have IBS), and my shedding more than a few tears (considering the makeup I normally wear, well...I think I look like a mess).
It's just been really hard adapting to it. I'm 15, and I've missed more school days this month (november) then in the past three years. My teachers have been pretty cool, but I can tell they're getting a little annoyed, and my friends...well...I've only told one so far, and she's really good about it, but my other friends, they aren't the kind of people you tell about this.
Yeah, sorry, momentary weakness...had to rant a bit. I feel a little better now.
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