Feb 27, 2006 05:07
All right, so I ate too many chocolate chip cookies Friday night (I know, I know). Jason and I were having this kind of junk food movies binge, and it was fun, but I ended up eating almost a whole roll of Chips Ahoy by myself (oops) over the period of several hours.
Chocolate affects my ulcer hardcore, ESPECIALLY in large quantities, but that ended up being the least of my problems this weekend.
No, this weekend, my body decided to use the over-indulgement of cookies for a fun IBS attack.
Now, my IBS is what they call "mild". It doesn't keep me indoors, doesn't really limit my foods, it's very, VERY functional for me. I do not get explosive diarrhea, I mostly get oogy, gurgly stomach that FEELS like explosive diarrhea, but when I go to the bathroom...nothing. This alternates with constipation, but that ONLY happens right around my period. I think the diarrhea would actually be better since it would RELIEVE the gurgles...but anyway.
So you'd think this gurgly stomach would be pretty bad for an emetophobe, but it's really not. After the first few episodes, I learned to distinguish my stomach feelings, and trust me, IBS is a very distinctive feeling. It even feels different than "regular" diarrhea, weirdly.
Anyway.
So yesterday (Sunday) I'm STILL feeling the gurgles, and it's getting REALLY old. Jason finally convinces me to take a Bentyl, which is a muscle relaxer that specifically targets the colon and stomach to prevent and stop spasms. So I take that thing, and whoooooooa.
First of all, I felt like I was on some serious drugs. CODIENE makes me less loopy than that. On top of that funness, it made me nauseated like you would not believe. Now, THAT is bad for an emetophobe. For 8 hours, I suffered through nausea and chills, with Jason trying desperatly to distract me, since he felt bad that he suggested I take that damn thing. It turns out nausea is a fairly common side effect fo Bentyl. Ick.
So yeah...I'd rather suffer through IBS, honestly. Maybe pop a few Imodium once in a while.
Woo hoo! That was my weekend!
Why do I always end up talking about poop or sex?