That made you want to read this post, eh? Sigh.
I stole the phrase “rotten bowels” from the lovely Vegetable Valhalla, a lass I know from my brief time in Halifax. This phrase accurately captures my sentiments towards my digestive organs at present. Jerks. So sick, so often. Boo.
Years back, when I was living an excessive and ridiculous lifestyle in Toronto, I had heaps of stomach problems. So I went to the clinic and the (very handsome) doctor told me that he thought it was a) IBS, b) Ulcerative colitis or c) Crohn’s Disease. Pfft I thought at the time. More like Eat-Too-Frequently-At-McDonald’s Disease. Or Three-Pints-Per-Day Disease. Handsome Doctor wanted me to go in for a bunch of tests which sounded most horrible so I decided that his handsome medical opinion was stupid and inconvenient and I made the highly educated decision to ignore his handsome self. I stopped eating at McD’s, I cut back on the alcohol consumption a bit and I felt a teensy bit better.
When I lived in NS, I had terrible stomach problems. But I also had a terrible boyfriend and terrible anxiety issues (caused by the terrible boyfriend). So I figured these issues were all linked together in a trifecta of terribleness, and I continued to ignore things.
Then, when A. was in K-town, I got really really really sick. A lot. For weeks. This time I was a little more proactive but only so far as cutting back on my bottle per night wine habit, getting one blood test to eliminate Celiac’s as the potential culprit, and honing in on endometriosis because one doctor thought this might be the problem. Endometriosis, while not fun, is certainly much more fun than digestive woes and so I chose to settle on it as the culprit for my pain. By the time I was supposed to go in for a laproscopy to figure shit out, I was pregnant with Ewan so I just didn’t worry about it.
And the thing is, it could be endometriosis. But these days, I’m starting to wonder. And what that means is that I really, really, REALLY need to just swallow the bullet and go get a battery of tests down to figure out what the hell is up. Because I am too sick, way too often. It’s getting ridiculous and it’s starting to affect my quality of life. BOO! That’s the resolution for today, folks: Call the doctor and set up an appointment. Fix this problem up! Or at least learn to manage it.
Not exactly a fun resolution, I know. But Budsie and I are going for walking adventures today so maybe something cool and interesting and funny will happen that I can write about.
An update on previous resolutions: Wedding thank yous = SO CLOSE to being done. Woot! Also, diaper laundry = done! And pilates is still going well although I hate the DVD girl, her flat abs and perky smile. Punch. In. Face.