It started the summer after my senior year of high school. I had an interview for my first job, an internship. My stomach was churning and I HAD to use the restroom as soon as we got there. After that, there was no problem. I wasn't sick, so I didn't think anything of it. Later, I was driving with my mom to some freshman welcome event when it hit me. I had to go to the bathroom RIGHT THEN. Luckily, we were only about 5 minutes from campus. This scene was repeated over and over. I could tell you story after story of how I was stuck in the car and had to go to the bathroom RIGHT THEN. Eventually, I was able to pin down the triggers. Driving before 11am. Eating before 2pm. Stressful situations, like job interviews. Sitting in traffic.
I had to go to work, which almost always started before 11. I had to go to class, which I tried to schedule in the afternoon, but some required classes were only offered in the morning. You can't always avoid getting stuck in traffic, although I tried my hardest. You have to be in stressful situations sometimes. I went to the doctor and asked him about it. He said that I might have irritable bowel syndrome and gave me some meds. I tried them, but I didn't notice a difference.
I can't help but laugh when people tell me that they don't use public restrooms. How nice it must be to have a choice! It seemed to get worse instead of better as time passed. I had to stop two or three times to use the restroom before I reached my destination. I discovered that if I unbuttoned my pants and cranked the air down to as cold as possible, I could give myself a bit more time. It began to control my life, because how else could I manage my triggers? I've never been a morning person, but I felt like I couldn't go anywhere, even if I had wanted to.
I wasn't going to let someone else be in control when I had an emergency. That meant no trip to Canton with the girls. No meeting anyone for breakfast. No appointments before noon. Having irritable bowel syndrome is all well and good when you're an unmarried college student. Once you have kids? That's a whole other story.
Especially when they grow out of the car seat that you can take inside the store with you? You can't leave them in the car! So you've got to unstrap them, pick them up, bring them inside, hold them in one hand while you try to undo your pants with the other, and then hold them while you're on the toilet, and while pulling your pants back up and washing your hands. Ugh! It takes it to a WHOLE other level!
Hello hello! I just wanted to let you guys know that I am removing this testimonial from my website, but I wanted to explain why. Recently, certain entities have been cracking down on how people are sharing about how they use certain products. I want to tell you that I support what I said happened in my testimonial 100%. Everyone will tell you that I am brutally honest and that I do NOT lie about things. What I said happened in the testimonial is what happened. Do I have the scientific proof I need to back it up? No, and because of that I am not allowed to share my testimonials or experiences unless they fall into very specific fuzzy grey areas because I could be "misleading" you guys. For now, it is what it is! Love you guys and I hope that you will continue to visit my blog!
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