Thursday, a few hours after writing this post, I nearly passed out at work. I was shaking like a leaf on a windy day. I could barely stand up. Driving was not an option. So, with help from some friends at work, I was bustled off to the ER. It seems that several weeks of intestinal pyrotechnics had left me rather dehydrated. Because you know, I like spending what was a GORGEOUS day inside a hospital with IV fluids being administered.
And just because it is my life, Hubby came to be with me, and he came down with a 24 hour stomach bug. So we left before I was really finished being liquidated because he was out in the parking lot vomiting, poor guy. This weekend was the first time in a very long time that he and I have been in bed all night together. It was nice :-) Minus the feeling like shit part.
Friday I gave in and went to the doctor. I get to poop in a "hat" and take in samples to make sure it isn't a bacterial thing. But he agreed that it is most likely IBS. He gave me a script for Levisin which I have yet to try. But I'm hoping it helps with the gas n stuff. I wil be living on bland food, no meat or dairy, etc, until I am back up to speed. And drinking a lot of Gatorade.
In a funny twist, though, since Thursday, my pyrotechnics have stopped. Completely. As in we have now gone in the other direction. Apparently my butt is boycotting the acid poo. But not the gas. Or bloating. Or nausea. It's like being pregnant all over again! But...without the actual pregnancy. So booooooo.
Thank you to EVERYONE for your support. I know once stressors are lifted things should improve. They did last time I went through this. Mama needs a break.