When I got into highschool however the stomach problems increased to the point that I was in so much pain some nights I would be lying on the floor clenching my stomach. I also could never tell if I had to go to the bathroom or get sick. I tried watching hockey games to keep my mind off it but it didn't help. Then i started to lose weight. I am a tiny person already so losing weight is bad. I started seeing all sorts of specialists and doing all sorts of test. Finally they decided i had IBS with both constipation and ...the other. So a bowl of popcorn was a bad idea. Knowing what I had i started to somewhat adjust my diet. By the time I finished highschool I was getting a better handle of it. I took a year off school and things improved huge! I rarely had issues. Even my first year of college wasn't too bad. Second year though things started to get a little worse and I was having more problems. I was also becoming more concerned about going out. I was afraid of having stomach issues so if it hurt i canceled plans to avoid taking the chance.Then last summer, I went to visit my brother in law who lives an hour away. While we were there my IBS got soooo bad and I was kind of embarrassed but also very anxious because I was in sooo much pain and I wanted to go home. I started to find it really hot in his house and I felt sick to my stomach. My bf and I went outside to get air but that was dumb because it was the hottest day of the year (figures) so it got worse. I ran inside and started vomiting my niece and nephew trying to get into the bathroom to see whats wrong, I felt claustrophobic and sick and just wanted to go home, but home was so far away. I didn't want to leave the bathroom for a whole hour but I didn't want to stay there anymore I just wanted to go home. The more I thought about it the worse it got. I finally took an IBS pill and gravol both which make me drowsy and when I finally exhausted I got in the back of my other brother in laws car with a bag and a wet cloth and fell asleep on my bf's lap. My brother in law broke the speed limit and got us home in twenty minutes on a faster highway. From that night on things went downhill I couldn't ever leave the house. I started panicking every time we had plans and feeling sick. My first week back at school I only made it to one class. One day I bussed to school (I hate the bus when my stomach hurts because there is no place to stop and even if I did I would be severely late because I would then have to wait half an hour for the next one). So I was feeling anxious on the bus and my stomach hurt. By the time I got to school I was a mess. I was hot, i couldn't breathe I felt sick and no one could drive me home. I wanted to leave so bad but there was no one to call. Except my aunt. She showed up as fast as she could, in her running clothes with her dog in the backseat she rushed me home offering to take me to the doctors office right away. I told her I'd call first. She waited until my bf would have been almost finished class and I called my doctor who was booked up for two weeks! I went into a walk in clinic. They diagnosed the anxiety and started treatment right away. I am now seeing my family doctor on a regular basis and keep my meds close at hand for any possible attack. We established that its been an underlying condition all along which is why my IBS gets worse with the stress of things like school, or I am uncomfortable going out places. I am however working by myself at the moment to over come it. No specialists or anything. Some situations are hard but I am determined to overcome them. I have already started doing the dinner and movie thing with friends without a problem and even a bar night so I'm getting better.
This is my journey through my days, the good ones and the bad. To prove that the good outweigh the bad.
**Dee**
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