We’ll call this tmi Thursday. If you’re sensitive about that stuff, then stop reading. But, I am truly and brutally honest with myself and you in this blog and have been told that is the reason people like reading it. So, here you go. The truth…… about my tummy.
I have a very sensitive stomach. My doctor calls it “irritable colon syndrome,” although I’m not sure if that is the same as irritable bowel syndrome (ibs). Basically, if I’m really nervous about something, I poop a lot My stomach cramps and aches until I can get to a bathroom. I also can’t hold it for very long when I do need to go, regardless if it is because of nerves or not. My husband and kids talk about how they hold it all day until they get home, but I can not do that no matter how hard I try. When I have to go, I have to go.
It can be super embarrassing if I am in a restroom with other people. It was really difficult during the school year when I had to go there. I even had my favorite bathroom at the school where I knew no one would be. Isn’t that terrible? To live your life knowing that it revolves around a bathroom? I mean, I can hold my urine for hours, but poo? Nope. I need to go NOW!!
My problems with my bowel are one of the main reasons I opted for a sleeve rather than a bypass. With a bypass, things move through you faster. And I don’t think I would tolerate that very well.
It’s become clear to me how much of a problem this is when my kids are disappointed that we can’t stay out doing things for very long because “Mom’s stomach hurts again.” And I know the sleeve won’t help it at all. It just is what it is.
This week has been hell on my tummy. I am waiting to hear back from insurance if they approve my sleeve or not. I’m drinking buckets of fluids just to stay hydrated. But still feel wiped out.
To top that off, I backed into a box truck yesterday and caused some major (what I think is major) damage to our truck. Ugh. I hate my stomach. I feel like it betrays me. Anyway, my boys were with me when it happened, we are all okay. Luckily we hit the steel frame on the truck that holds the lift. So the other truck did not have any damage. Here are a few pictures of my truck. The damage starts right behind the rear passenger tire and goes all the way to the bumper, which we will need a new one of.
I also took a picture of the box truck that I hit (which was from a Habitat for Humanity store). Today, I can appreciate the humor of the woman on the truck.
Thankfully we have great insurance. (And really, why wouldn’t we? I’ve always wondered how people can go without insurance. It’s crazy to think that people still do.) We’re in North Carolina this week. Once we get back to good old Indiana, we’ll get it into the shop to get fixed.
To be honest, I’m not looking forward to going back. Every major road in our town has construction going. Lanes are closed. You can’t go one way or the other. I don’t know how to get from one end of town to the other anymore. It’s pretty bad. But, the main reason I don’t look forward to going back, is that my hubby will be staying here. While some think I should be used to him working out of town by now, it isn’t something you get used to. And if you do, there might be bigger problems in the relationship. I love and adore my husband and hate being away from him.