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Yesterday I discovered that my fridge is not keeping a food safe temperature - it’s hovering somewhere between 50 and 55 degrees Fahrenheit. Here’s hoping THAT’S why my stomach has been so bad lately XP.

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Sooo caffeine is apparently a new trigger for me.

Unfortunately, it’s also the only way I stay awake working grave shifts…

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Does anyone else...

...ever lie to be able to use a restroom, and then feel suuuper horrible about it? I had to emergency stop at a Taco Bell on the way to work today, and asked if I could use the restroom before I ordered (it had a code to get in). Then I used the restroom and left, but the person working followed me out like “ma’am, I thought you said you were going to buy something.” I felt horrible, but I was also on my way to work and - to be honest - anything at Taco Bell would have made my stomach worse. Nine times out of ten I do actually buy something if I use the bathroom somewhere, but am I a horrible person if I don’t? Should I go back and buy something later?

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You can use the “actuallyirritable” and “actuallyibs” tags to connect with the IBS community :-)

So good to know…thank you!!

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Hooooly shit friends (my zero followers, hello) - just searched the #health at every size and #haes tags to find some blogs to follow and the amount of “anti body positivity” people is ASTOUNDING. I’m going to go to bed before I start fighting people on the internet, oh my god.

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For me it’s avoiding hiking and the outdoors. I live in a fucking BEAUTIFUL city, but I’m just not comfortable venturing out on bathroom-less trails.

Relatable IBS Things

Eating the same 3 meals for days or weeks or months on end because you know they won’t make you sick

Being too exhausted to even think of trying new foods, even if they’re supposedly low-FODMAP, because you feel like they still might make you sick

Being unable to take pleasure in any food at all because it’s just a chore at this point

Becoming a recluse because all social gatherings involve either food or alcohol

“Does this have onions in it?”

Everything pre-made or prepackaged has garlic and onion in it. Fucking everything.

Being offered desserts and having to go through the, “I’m gluten intolerant. Oh no I can’t have dairy either. No I can’t really eat most fruit I’m sorry. Chocolate’s a no, too. Y’know what this all probably has too much sugar anyway, forget it.”

The utter dread of travel.

Packing both laxatives and anti-diarrheals because you never know which one it’s going to be this time

The constant, gnawing anxiety that somehow you’re going to fuck it up and die, either from dehydration or sepsis, and it’ll be the most embarrassing and ignominious death of all time

“Well what CAN you eat?!”

Constant abdominal pain and discomfort

Going through four rolls of toilet paper a week

Perpetual anal fissures

Sore legs, hips, back, abs, arms, shoulders from endless hours on the toilet

Giving up on eating completely because it’s not worth it

Feeling utterly hopeless because there’s neither cure nor medication, and feeling like nobody’s working on making one because it’s not serious enough to matter

Feeling like nobody could ever love/be intimate with you because your body is broken and gross

Feeling like you can never do anything fun because your body is broken and gross

Feeling like you’re “not sick enough” to be part of the chronic illness community

Feeling alone and miserable because you can’t talk about your chronic illness with anyone, at all, because it’s gross

Feel free to add your own, and remember: there’s seventy million of us worldwide.

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Hello.

Hi all - my name is Linz.

I’m starting this blog after a three week long IBS flare - my worst yet. The last two years have been really rough for me, stomach-wise, and I’ve realized that part of the stress of IBS is NEVER BEING ABLE TO TALK ABOUT YOUR POOP. I mean, I’m lucky that I have some understanding friends who I can complain to, but sometimes that’s tough and embarrassing. So this blog is my outlet, and I hope it can be other people’s too.

There’s gotta be an IBS community out there somewhere, right?

So, come talk to me about your shit, come tell me how frustrated you are or how much your dumb stomach hurts, or how much you just REALLY want to eat that damn piece of onion or cheese (I’ve been basically living on the BRAT diet for five days, I’m a little hangry).