A Guide To IBS – My Internet and Experimental Research Through 4 Years

Who am I?
My story’s not important. I’ve lived with IBS since late 2011 and after months of pain and no help from the medicinal world I took the future into my own hands. My sporadic research has led me to knowledge every person with IBS ought to know. This quick run-through should help anyone, new or old to the topic, on their quest to health. I am NOT a health professional. The idea here is to give you all the information 1,5 – 3 years of research on the internet will give you.

You have IBS – here’s the menu
I won’t lie. If you have IBS you’re in for a horrible treat. The menu looks like this:
Confusion about what’s happening. No examinations or tests show anything and your doctors can’t help. (Obviously you’ve been tested for Colitis, Chron’s, ulcers, kidney stones, allergies, cancer, liver problems etc.)
Hopelessness because you don’t know what to do.
Hope when you DO find something to do.
Disbelief and provocation from people around you because you don’t eat like them (if you do, stop immediately)
Pain, physical and mental, because life sucks and then you –

The basics of IBS – The four reasons you might have it.
On a brighter note: to fix something you must understand it. There are probably one or more of four reasons why you have IBS.
1: Food sensitivities.
Many people won’t test positive on any allergies but are still sensitive to certain foods. They may be capable of eating a bit of it but not in the amounts (or mixes) that they’re served. For these people, cutting out the bad foods helps tremendously. (We’ll get to this later)
2: Stress/anxiety/depression induced IBS
It’s the eternal question of the chicken and the egg. Do you have depression because you’re in chronic pain, or is the pain created by your depression? No doubt it goes both ways, but it’s a lie that most people who have IBS have it for stress or anxiety reasons. Most people GET depressed once they’ve lived with IBS for a few years. However, a great deal of people do have anxiety-related IBS, so it’s worth looking into.
3: Damaged gut lining
I mentioned stomach ulcers. Ulcers are basically damaged surface of the gut or intestines and when you eat, some molecules get absorbed into the bloodstream through these damaged surfaces. This causes your immune system to react and attack – causing an allergic reaction.
4: Damaged gut bacteria
There are more bacterial cells on and in the human body than there are human cells. Your gut biome is endlessly important for your well-being and if you’ve had antibiotics even once you may have damaged them for good. You may have killed enough good bacteria that they can’t make a comeback and as a result the bad bacteria take over, causing all kinds of havoc.

How do you start?
The following is a bunch of basic stuff you’ll hear if you hang around the internet for long enough. These are the first things they’ll recommend you and as a result you get tired of hearing them. That’s why I made this list! If anything’s missing on it, I hope you, dear reader who is more informed than me, will write it in the comments :) Now everyone can link to this list and we can be like “good, done, we all know this now? Let’s move on to bigger and better things.” Continue reading

Carcrash Crushes With Its Mundanity

Considering the personal nature of the blog, and the nature of the somewhat less-important-in-the-larger-scale-of-things topics I usually discuss (which, obviously, I find perilously important for life), it makes sense to write about the recent carcrash I experienced.
Which angle should I take on? The adrenaline kicking my perception of life into another frame? The fright of setting a foot outside my door and the general pile of arguments against ever doing so? The relieved, almost religious, realization that everything is all right?

It matters little. The whole affair passes quickly and the most interesting thing about it was that right after hearing the crash, and being pushed forward and then pulled back by the seatbelt, my first thought was: “Now dad has another thing to worry about. How should I break this to him?”
My next thought was whether anything had happened to my back and if I’d be able to compete in the pole championship next week.
Such trivial thoughts, but they put life and the accident in a neat frame, the frame called “narrow, personal perspective”. It’s what a writer calls Point Of View. And so we can give it different names and argue about the meaning of a perfectly meaningless incident.

To quote Austen: “The whole thing will pass – no doubt faster than it should.”

 

(By the way, nobody was hurt)

An open letter to the Princess trapped by a Dragon – by Prince Charming

The letter you wrote me was sweet as cherry, and so was the mark of your lips, which particularly startled my heart. I’ll cherish it, always.
I hope one day to see your real lips, but that day will not be after I slay the dragon that has imprisoned you – because I will do no such thing. Continue reading

Non-Extraordinary and Going Strong

My friend, O: My parents help me too much. Sometimes my sister and I have to be like “stop it, dad, let us take care of ourselves.” We have to grow up, you know?
Me: I get it.
O: And then I just think … wow, I’m lucky to have such parents. They’ll catch me if I fall.
Me: yeah, we’re very lucky. Do you ever think about that? We’re upper middleclass without traumas, non-divorced parents – irony underscored by the fact that I’m saying non-divorced and not still-together parents – white women
O: in the best time to be a woman!
Me: Exactly! We’re white, straight women from upper middleclass and ee have all this technology, all these possibilities. Our part of the world isn’t involved in any crazy wars, we’re both getting educations we really like and we’ll probably live pretty solid lives throughout.
O: Yup. We’re so ordinary.
Me: *Laughter* I know a few people who would disagree.
O: *Frown* Yes. And they’d be correct. In fact, we’re not ordinary at all. As I said, we’re lucky. Privileged is the word.
Short silence.
Me: You’d think I’d be bored at this prospect, but to be honest I’m just sort of looking forward to it.

Transformations – Short Story

We saved our little world and of course that was great. People who would have been cold in their grave, or too torn apart for just one grave, went about their lives, complaining over late hours, incompetent staff and cold dinners.
We did a lot of good, the seven of us, but it felt wrong. Every day was a rosebush in my heart, each victim saved a beautiful flower and each word from my comrades a thorn. Inside my heart.
Thud, thud.
Pierce, pierce.
The worst kind of thing was like when a hishi spirit came towards me and I knew that now, now was when I’d die.
Jeremy got in the way. To his white bear-form I could almost be grateful.
After battle Tessa let us transform back to our human forms and he came over to tease. “Gotten slow, huh? Look out or you might become a burden. Oi, Tessa. Did you give her any power?”
Tessa glanced from him to me with her big, dark eyes. She nodded. Tessa was the quiet leader. So quiet anyone, really, could take her position without being called out on it.
“Next time,” Jeremy added, “maybe you should do that combo with Sadie.”
Sadie snorted. I glared at him. He knew full well that Sadie and I failed whatever we set both our minds to. Such was the fates of the underdogs, both struggling for second last.
“Myra,” Tessa said before Jeremy could continue, “take a few days off.”
I nodded.
In the end, Tessa IS the leader. She holds our power, she distributes, and she withdrew mine. She left me with a minimum, enough for an emergency. She ought to have left me more. I wasn’t sure I’d be able to make it with this but said nothing and went home. Continue reading

If Everyone Switched Sex

What would it be like if everyone changed sex at the age of 20?
If the human body naturally matured into the opposite sex what kind of repercussions would it have on our world?
Girls taught to be timid would suddenly face the pressure of being a go-getter. Girls who were called bitchy or bossy would seize their new opportunities with gusto.
Boys taught to never cry or show emotion would be put in a sensitive position. Would they struggle with being the less dominant role? Would they search out the bossy-wife-stereotype? Mother knows best?
How about boys who loved sports but are now held back from doing their best?

Of course, all that would be moot because the awareness of sex-switching would make gender somewhat unnecessary.
So what if everyone switched sex as of tomorrow? What kind of mayhem would follow?
And what of sexuality? Would that switch with the sex? Would a gay become lesbian or straight? How would we view mothers? And young mothers, who eventually become fathers? Everyone would get the chance to give birth and there’d never be a doubt of which pains were the worst.
If, in fact, it hurts most of all to be kicked in the balls, a man could say “man, that hurt,” and a woman could nod in remembrance.
And the “that time of the month” bullshit would be considerably less demeaning if present at all because everyone would know it’s true, sometimes it hurts like hell, but also that the chances of having a clouded judgment due to it is low. (Some women are just always on their period and will always be angry. Lol.)

Any ideas for this strange concept?

Disapointed in Sansa Stark’s Development? You’ll Love Malta Vestrit

As fourth season of Game of Thrones ended and we caught up on several of the books’ storylines in we felt anticipation turn to dread. What would happen to our beloved characters now that George R. R. Martin was no longer the dictator?
Season 5 has not impressed me. They’re treading waters while they wait. Instead, they should just jump off the cliff and take the consequences. They’ll fly or fall but either way will be better than this slow crawl to the bottom.

It’s horrible to watch characters you love be disrespected by the writers. One character I hated because of her passivity and naïve girlishness and ended up loving because of the same. Because she could be strong despite being a girlish girl, and not a tomb-boy like her sister.
I’m talking of Sansa Stark, of course.

And now they’re fucking her over. LITERALLY.
The Sansa fans are hoping that Martin will fulfill the road he put Sansa on. To lead her from a naïve girl, who easily resembles today’s Beliebers and Twihards, to a cynical woman, a player of the game. Of course, Sansa, at her core, is a good and kind person, and unlike Cersei she should keep those qualities.
I don’t know what Martin plans but the latest chapter he put out from Winds of Winter definitely points in this direction as Sansa seduces her new fiancé and wraps him around her littlefinger. (Get it?)

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A Conversation With My Grandparents

”People in Scandinavia have a better tolerance for cow milk than other places because we were more dependent on it,” I said. “If you couldn’t eat it you died.”
“Yeah, or maybe you died from old age,” my grandfather laughed.
“No, what I mean is, you wouldn’t get to old age.”
“And, anyway,” my grandmother said, “in other lands, like Germany and France, they have that disgusting milk that stands outside the fridge. Long-time milk. That can’t be healthy.”
“That’s not the point,” I tried feebly. “In the past they didn’t have that. And actually, the further south you get the more normal it was to drink goat milk than cow’s milk.”
“Hmm,” she said.
“So the farther you get from Scandinavia the more likely it is to be allergic to cow’s milk.”
“Gitta and Frank drink a lot of milk, too,” my grandmother said.
I sighed, giving up.

Addressing My Desire To Be A Gamer Girl

“I always figured being someone’s girlfriend would be easy,” I told my boyfriend. “I like gaming and so my boyfriend would get to play a lot and I wouldn’t complain and he could even teach me a game or two. I knew I’d be a great girlfriend like that. That magic unicorn all guys are looking for – the girl who wants to join the game.” I sighed. “And then I have to go and find you. The one man who doesn’t play games.”
My boyfriend looked befuddled before he recomposed himself and said: “I always figured it would be easy to find a great girlfriend. Most girls don’t game, so I wouldn’t need to worry about finding a gamer girl. And then I have to go and find you.”

I’m paraphrasing, of course, but you get the gist. Continue reading

Tranquilized

Once, she did not sleep.
Each hour was a task, a map to be laid out, every corner and stone turned.
There was never enough and still she seemed to have most time of us all.
One morning we found her sick and left her to do her own healing.
When she was well she told me she’d “never known sleep was so great”. She’d discovered its merit.
Now she was well I’d see her leaning on the counter with a distant look. She dreamt of sleep. She imagined not knowing what she knew and what a blessing it might be. She slept six, eight, ten hours.
It was wondrous.
There were no dreams and that was the best part. A short time of non existence, of oblivion. A small time of death.
She slept ten, eleven, twelve hours.
We told her she was getting lazy. She answered “merely inspired.”
Now she sleeps twenty hours.
Tomorrow I think we’ll realize we have not seen her for twenty four and we’ll wait for the day she wakes up to tell us how delightful her nap was before going back to drown in the covers.
And I envy her.