Going, going....gone?

I don't think anyone has been interested in my 'going' since I was a baby.

You know when your Mom makes sure you 'go'?  Makes comments about it. Or, when you don't 'go' they get all concerned.  "She has a bellyache today - she hasnt 'gone'."

But my 'going' has become common talk.  Why, because I suffer from IBS. 

IBS stands for Irritating Bull Shit (not really - but I seem to scream that when running for the can).

If you've never experienced this 'syndrome' your really missing out.  It's a joy.  Things that you would never think of become regular staples in your car.  A bucket, some toilet paper, baby wipes and a change of clothes.  You become a major share holder in Imodium AD Extra Strength.  You know every can available from here to there and you dont even care if it hasn't been cleaned in a year. 

Your family and co-workers know that when you say pull-over you mean NOW! 

You consider diapers - but you still have enough pride left to not get them

There is no cure.  They blame diet, stress, lifestyle.  So one by one - you eliminate all the things they say that trigger you.  Nothing works.  So you work around it.  You learn to live with it. Its on your mind - every day - every hour.    These are things no one should have to worry about except my Gramma.  She worries about stuff like that.  My girlfriend with the newborn, worries about stuff like that. 

I may be seeing a light at the end of the tunnel (no pun intended).  It's been six years I have been dealing with this.  I seem to have been getting a break recently for whatever reason (maybe someone is taking pity on me and my family and friends).

Whatever it is, I am grateful - though it's made for some great comedy.

Now that I don't have 'going' on my mind as much - I am gonna have to 'come' up with something new to worry about. (Ba Dum Bump)