I’ve been ignoring my responsibility to my readers, and letting myself escape using lots of excuses plus harboring a sh*@#load of guilt. So, speaking of that, my next “orifice” post (I might as well get this over with) is the bowel and its opening.
When I was in my mid-fifties “it” happened. “It” was sudden explosive diarrhea right in my pantie hose as I sat in my office at work. Fortunately, I was alone, and the ladies room was only two doors away. I didn’t know it yet, but this was the beginning of the mysterious condition known as Irritable Bowel Syndrome (IBS)
Why I got IBS at that age is anyone’s guess. Usually it appears in people under forty, and more than ten percent of people suffer from it, mostly women. My IBS is predominantly diarrhea, but it can also be constipation or a mix of the two. Whichever, it’s GROSS!
Since then, I have been searching for anything that would help alleviate it. I have tried numerous brands of prebiotics, taking each of them long enough to be sure whether or not they were working. Once, I tried prebiotics, but got so gut-sick that I had to immediately stop them.
Why am I going to such lengths to describe this to you? Because more than one in ten people, adults and children, in the world suffer from this! That’s no small number. Look around you. Someone near you has it and is embarrassed to talk about it. Maybe it’s even you. IBS is a brain/gut condition and there is no cure! The best you can do if you’re afflicted with it is to “manage” it somehow. And you probably will be “managing” it for the rest of your life!
Over the years I have tried so many so-called treatments for my IBS that I’ve lost count of the promises they’ve made. The all sound something like this, “Please spend money on my product.” Some are hideously expensive! Right now I’m on my second round of using IBSolutions, which I found on Amazon.com. It’s reasonably priced and it seems to be helping. It isn’t a magic cure, but my bowels are acting more predictably, and maybe that is all I can hope for.
Just one more thing: I saw an ad for an inexpensive bidet where I could get two for the price of one with guaranteed return, so I bit! It’s just a cold-water bidet that squirts water on my behind, and I use a hand towel to dry myself, saving tons of toilet paper. Further, the bidet really cleans rather than smears. Such an amazing invention!
So my advice to you is: If you have IBS, tell someone, and don’t be ashamed. You’ll be surprised at how many others have it too.