Monday, October 26, 2015

Ghastly, isn't it?

With thanks to Marvin.

The trouble with IBS is that it's easily exacerbated such as by negative emotions or troublesome foods.

Last night I didn't have any of the latter, but I've been dealing with the former and so thus, in spite of good eating the night before, I had a patch of double horror upon waking.

But I still made it through the work day—even after successive at work like-bouts that came with pain and torment.

I look around at normals and wonder what it must be like to live a life without pain, without discomfort, without shrieking agony firing out some part of their body.

Then I sigh, understand that my disabilities give me abilities, then just get the fuck on with it.


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