These are the thoughts and observations of me — a woman of a certain age. (Oh, my, God, I'm 65!) I'm single. I'm successful enough (independent, self supporting). I live just outside Chicago, the best city in the world. I'm an aunt and a friend. I feel that voices like mine are rather underrepresented online or in print. So here I am. If my musings resonate with you, please visit my blog again sometime.
Friday, January 08, 2016
Still
This tummy distress is getting old.
I'm still bloated. My er, um, "output" is still unreliable -- nothing for days and then a strange combination of constipation/diarrhea. My appetite is erratic, as well.
But my energy is good. I'm no longer weak. I have no fever. I don't worry about urgency when I need to use the bathroom.
I just worry that this is the new normal. I lived like this for months at a time when I was in high school. At the time, I was diagnosed as having "colitis." I believe it was probably IBS. I would hate to return to those bad old days.
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