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Do constipation and diarrhea cause you so much discomfort you cry?
Once upon a time IBS used to cripple me.
Fighting it was a constant battle.
And without the risk of being or sounding melodramatic, it nearly ruined my life!
Thankfully, I’m well rid of it now!
In the following short video, I’ll share my IBS story:
– how I got it,
– how I learned to treat it naturally,
– how I finally got rid of it.
Click the video to play…
Want text version instead of video? Here is simplified transcript…
Once upon a time IBS used to cripple me. Fighting it was a constant battle.
And without the risk of being or sounding melodramatic, it nearly ruined my life!
Thankfully, I’m well rid of it now!
IBS…Irritable Bowel Syndrome…Nervous Stomach…Irritable Stomach…Irritable Bowel…Irritable Colon…call it what you like, it’s all the same – awful!
It left me feeling frustrated, exhausted, depressed, and at times, just plain angry, but today I can confidently say that these things are all a thing of the past.
Now that I’m IBS free I’ve managed to get my life on track, but this hasn’t always been the case.
It first hit me at college – during my exams. Terrible timing, but not really that much of a surprise when you think about it.
Thinking back to when IBS really began to rear its ugly head, stress and assignment deadlines were constantly hanging over me.
In retrospect, after everything I’ve learned since becoming IBS free, it was an accumulation of things that contributed to my deteriorating health, stress is just one of them!
But still I had no idea what was going on with me. Back then I guess I just put it all down to those “exam nerves!” Wouldn’t you?
Food slowly started to become my mortal enemy.
Without going into too many unpleasant and graphic details, it either disagreed with me and went straight through me, or bloated me to the point where I sometimes appeared pregnant.
My typical diet was that “usual student diet”. You know, the kind that was ridiculously high in carbs, lots of greases, salt galore…basically, I ate anything sweet and stodgy, as you do in your college years.
But that wasn’t anything new. I’d been eating like that for some time. Partying was also the norm. It wouldn’t really be college if it were any different, right?
But like I said, my diet hadn’t really given me any grief up until that point.
BANG – Just Like That It Came From Nowhere
Even now that I don’t suffer from IBS anymore, I can vividly remember the physical and emotional turmoil my body went through time and time again.
Mild cramps that turned into gut-wrenching ones (thank God I finally said good-bye to these IBS symptoms once and for all a while back).
I always thought that I had a high pain threshold, but the first time I really suffered from it properly I knew all about it.
I remember buckling over with the worst cramps I’d ever experienced. I have no words to really describe how it felt.
At times it felt like a knife had been stabbed into my stomach and twisted around ever so slowly.
I ended up going to the campus doctor. He sent me home, told me to drink more fluids and stop my worrying.
“Exam stress!” He said.
Easier said than done. I guess he didn’t remember how he felt at medical school when his entire future was riding on a few hours in an exam room.
Luckily, I haven’t had to see a doctor for any IBS-related symptoms for years now, which I’m grateful for, as I felt like I had a medical loyalty card at one point, which would give me X points for every visit.
If loyalty cards for doctors’ visits were actually a thing, I’d have certainly racked up a fair few points.
Another doctor put it down to bad menstrual cramps and put me on the contraceptive pill to try and control it better.
And Then This Happened…
Two days before my exams I found myself in bed writhing in pain and suffering from diarrhea.
Despite not having experienced such excruciating pain in years, it’s all still very vivid.
You just can’t un-forget some things!
Every few minutes I found myself in the bathroom, afraid if I moved I’d have a very embarrassing mishap, which of course was the last thing any college student wanted.
Again, I found myself back in the doctor’s surgery staring at the sterile white walls, trying to blink back tears, and begging him to fix me so I could do my exams.
The same doctor as the last time gave me Imodium and told me to rest up.
Needless to say those exams didn’t go so well.
I listened to the doctors and wrote it all off as performance anxiety.
They were the experts after all! They knew best!
Ironically, it wasn’t a doctor that eventually cured my IBS.
Making Acquaintances With Doctors
After the whole college experience, I did see a number of different doctors with my various symptoms.
The exams were well and truly over, and by some miracle, I passed them all and got the results I needed, but I was still experiencing strange gut sensations, lethargy, and uncomfortable pain.
I couldn’t blame those exam nerves anymore.
Something wasn’t right.
They all said the same thing – that I was the only one that could measure the symptoms, because unlike a simple sore throat that could be easily diagnosed by simply looking in the mouth and seeing redness and inflammation, and possibly even some minuscule white spots on your tonsils, my symptoms were broad and as most of the doctors said “immeasurable” from a medical standpoint.
How I Nearly Lost My Firm Tens Of Thousands Of Dollars
Fast-forward a few years when I was working in a busy advertising firm.
I loved my job, and I was good at what I did.
I was slowly working my way up, and there were even whispers that I’d one day make a partner, which of course is every person’s dream in the world of advertising and marketing.
We worked with some major clients and big-name brands, so the office was always buzzing.
Over the years I learned not to get star-struck by some of the famous faces that walked in our doors, and I’d go as far as saying that I was in my dream job.
One day, in a board meeting, as I was listening to our Director pitch a new project idea to one of our longstanding clients (who also happened to be a Hollywood actor and director), I felt a sharp pain run across my stomach.
It took me by surprise. I grabbed onto my stomach. I may have even gasped.
The room went black and I could hear people buzzing around me.
My stomach bloated and I felt like it could explode at any moment.
I remember the Director’s PA giving me some water and asking me if I were OK.
I can’t remember what I mumbled back, but I do recall the looks of horror in the sea of very important faces that were sitting around that table.
I made a quick exit, without explanation, and ran to the bathroom.
It was at that stage my boss said to me I needed to get to a doctor quick. He cared, I knew he did, but he was also thinking about work.
Now that I’m 100 % healthy again, I completely understand where he was coming from. Having fewer people on board and having to hire temps could have potentially cost our company thousands, if not millions, of dollars.
Thankfully, our client was a loyal one and we were still able to get him on board.
I’d Been Lying To Myself
Honestly, I had been burying my head in the sand. Obviously, now that I don’t suffer from any of these awful symptoms anymore, it’s easy for me to say. But I really was petrified of what the doctors were going to tell me.
I replayed the worse case scenarios in my head over and over again.
I sat in front of another doctor yet again. I was pale and slightly yellow, almost jaundice, holding my stomach, and trying not to cry.
He nodded his head knowingly as I listed my symptoms.
Pain, excruciating pain at times.
Cramps, much worse than any monthly female ones.
Bloating and constipation…sometimes so bad, my stomach felt like it had tripled in size.
Diarrhea. This came and went. It was almost as if I alternated between being constipated and having diarrhea at times. Over the years, this had become more frequent, but I just hadn’t ever properly addressed it since my college years.
Fatigue was a massive one. I’d always been a bit of a night owl, but my body struggled to stay up late.
All of these symptoms wreaked havoc on my personal life.
I barely went out in a social capacity, and at times I became a recluse, isolating myself more.
This obviously led to even more things, such as depression, panic attacks, and anxiety.
I had many sleepless nights.
I relayed everything to the doctor, hoping he’d give me an answer.
But first he asked me to rank my pain.
There were two different types of criteria he worked on:
Rome criteria – this gauged the pain and discomfort I felt in my abdomen, and;
Manning criteria – this gauged the pain and discomfort I experienced when I was either constipated or passing stools.
I gave him my honest answers – they were high numbers!
“IBS!” He said quickly! “It looks like Irritable Bowel Syndrome!”
However, he could not be 100% sure since there is no actual formal diagnosis or tests for IBS.
Do you know that feeling of relief?
No pun intended, trust me!
Relief is what I felt at that very moment, relief that someone was finally able to put a name to what I had, although I’m even more relieved now that I don’t have to worry about any of this at all.
I think I may have even smiled through the pain at that moment!
I wasn’t even sure I knew what it was. I’d definitely heard of people having it before though.
My gym instructor, who was in her late 40s, was as slim and as fit as could be. She often complained about her IBS “flare-ups” (as she would call them). There were times when I even had to do a double-take – she often appeared “pregnant” out of nowhere.
My questions were innocent enough and quite ‘normal’ considering I was in a place where most people would expect to receive some sort of answer.
It Was Like A Slap Around The Face
“There is no cure!” The doctor replied in a very matter of fact way.
“Excuse me?” I shrieked.
He went on and on. I zoned in and out. I tried to force myself to listen and pay attention to what he was saying, because I’m sure something that he was saying must’ve been of value – he was a medical practitioner after all.
But those words kept ringing in my ears, “THERE IS NO CURE!”
All of a sudden I forgot my stomach cramps and nauseating pain. I felt sickness of another kind. I wanted to desperately throw up.
“No, no, no, no!” My voice screamed at me inside! “No!”
“But there are ways you can manage it!”
Honestly, if only I knew what I know now, and I could’ve been free from the shackles of IBS long ago.
I Couldn’t Believe What I Heard Next
Apparently there were ways to manage it.
Change your diet. I nodded solemnly. Although admittedly, my eating habits were far better than my college years when I lived on take-outs, pasta and beer. I considered my diet to be quite healthy.
He didn’t tell me what I should do to it though.
Cut out alcohol. Or at least limit it. I breathed in. Of course a doctor was going to say that.
Take laxatives for the constipation and Imodium for your diarrhea.
That was like an oxymoron.
He was telling me to take two drugs that basically triggered two of my major IBS (I was so glad I had a name for it finally) symptoms.
But he was the doctor. He knew best. Who was I to disagree with his six-plus years of medical school?
I really wished doctors would stop telling me that. If it were that easy to sit back and take it easy, we’d be living in a hippie-type world and wearing flowers in our hair.
Needless to say I think I was left with even more questions than answers.
I just don’t think doctors get it. Well how can they if they’ve never experienced the pain, discomfort, tiredness, and not to mention the sheer embarrassment themselves?
The honest truth is that IBS can turn your world upside down, and it can also catch you off guard, so I discovered the hard (and embarrassing) way.
When it strikes, it can mess up and disrupt everything going on in your life.
IBS doesn’t care if you’re in the middle of a multi-million dollar deal. It doesn’t care if you’re on the sideline watching your kids play Little League. It doesn’t care if you’re on a second date with someone. It really doesn’t care at all!
If that’s not bad enough, it also affects you in different ways, even between your episodes.
Once officially “diagnosed” (if you can call it that without any real tests), I found myself feeling anxious all the time.
“When is it going to strike next?”
That was why I found the doctors’ advice to stop stressing out to be a bit ironic.
I felt like it was impossible to enjoy life like it should be enjoyed.
I certainly couldn’t relax.
In fact, I’m almost certain that my constant worrying also negatively impacted my condition even more.
I wish I could say that my initial confirmation from the doctors gave me comfort, but it didn’t.
I couldn’t see how taking both laxatives and…
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Originally posted 2022-12-09 08:25:29.
