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Having IBS-D

Having IBS-D is no fun at all. Having a spastic colon means stomach pains, inconsistent use of the bathroom, weakness, and fatigue. It is an autoimmune disorder. It's the worst at night. Laying down in bed, you can just feel the acid rolling around in your stomach, hoping that it goes away if you get in the right position. It's crying because you eat literally anything and your stomach is destroyed for two days. It also comes with a lactose intolerance. Reading labels and having to take medication before I eat something with dairy in it is not how I want to spend my life. It's worse when I'm super stressed out, or on my period. It's not being able to drink coffee anymore because the heaviness and acid makes you want to vomit. It's losing 12 pounds in a month because you're unable to eat anything except for crackers. It is a real problem. It is not fun. Some days you wake up and you know it's going to be a bad day and all you can do is lay on the couch and hope it goes away. It interferes with life itself. It's having to sleep with a heating pad because the pains are too much to bear. But it is what it is. You either grow out of it, or you live with it. Either way, you still feel like crap. Exercise helps. Peppermint tea and oils help. But nothing makes it go away completely. Remember that next time you come across someone who has tummy problems.

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