If you are unlucky enough to have IBS, (irritable bowel syndrome), you have my sympathy. It’s shit. Literally
IBS is a condition that affects the digestive system causing stomach cramps,
diaria diahorea diarr the shits, bloating and constipation.
It comes and goes.
It’s usually life-long.
There’s no cure for IBS but it can be managed with medication, relaxation therapies, changes to diet and carrying spare bog roll.
With IBS some people poo for Britain. Others can’t poo. Some unfortunate sods alternate between the two.
Me? I have constipation dominant IBS, but it hasn’t always been the case. Do you want to know more? Or have you hit the X tab yet?
My IBS started when I was under a considerable amount of stress. My, (then), husband was having a nervous breakdown and his timing was especially crap because I was about to give birth to our second child. My digestive system took a direct hit and subsequently threw in the towel. I was 21.
At the start of my IBS I wasn’t constipated. On the contrary. The slightest hint of adrenalin and I was releasing the ‘sewer snake’. Bizarrely I needed a poo every time I went up into the loft, I have no idea why, it’s not as if our loft was an exciting place, it was cramped and full of stuff we couldn’t be arsed to take to the tip. Even so, within minutes of climbing up there my colon would start doing the can-can and I’d be taking the loft-ladders two steps at a time trying to get down to the bathroom.
By then, the time-scale between ‘stirrings’ and potentially soiling myself had reduced alarmingly. You get my drift?
Twenty, (plus), years on things have changed. I’m invariably constipated. Bummer, right? Alongside this is right-sided pain and bloating. These days I only have to side-glance a pea and I look 6 months pregnant!
Oh, and I fart a lot.
Ladies do not fart!
One, I’m no lady.
Two, everybody farts.
So first, let’s define constipation.
- infrequent poos
- difficulty or straining when you poo
- feeling of being unable to completely empty during a bowel movement, or the sensation of wanting to go but not being able to.
- you fart for Britain.
I don’t know about anybody else, but my pain goes away a bit when I finally do manage to ‘download some brownware’.
Living With Constipation and IBS
I find it helpful to keep a food diary to see which foods give me gyp. Dairy and wheat are the usual suspects, but a lot of other foods can aggravate IBS symptoms.
Eating your food as close as it is to its natural state will benefit you and your bottom. As a general rule, if something has an ingredient list a mile long – it’s best to avoid. Also, overdoing the fruit and veg could make things worse. Remember me and peas?
Big one this: Never skip meals!
Also, stop eating when you are full.
Look, if you can’t breathe, there’s no room for pudding. You’ve had to undo your stretch-fit jeans as it is!
Sometimes it’s necessary to take laxatives. Occasionally I have to give myself a rid-out with prescription laxatives. This is only when the other methods have failed. Or I’ve been on the codeine. Eight sachets of this stuff and my colon surrenders itself completely. It’s what the GP calls a ‘bowel reset.’ This is a last resort and it’s under the supervision of my GP.
*It’s NOT a good idea to rely on laxatives indefinitely!*
Dehydration causes constipation, so fill up on the H20!
Moving about helps to keep everything flowing within the digestive system. There is a reason that most bed-bound people become constipated. Walk. Swim. Breakdance. Whatever. Just move.
If you have IBS, chances are you are stressed-to-shit, (if only ha ha), so it makes sense to address your stress-levels and do as much relaxation as possible.
Just typing this sub-title brings tears to my eyes!
One must always try and resist the urge to strain out a bowel movement!
We’ve all been there. Stranded on the lav with Mr Turtle’s head and his front legs hanging out of our lower orifice. It’s like the colon REALLY wants to go for it, then half way through says, ‘ You know what? Sod it. I’m bored now. Laters, yeah?’
What to do? We can’t sit there indefinitely with poo hanging out of our arses, can we?
Do we reach round and help Mr Turtle out? *boaks* Or do we take a deep breath in – grab onto the sides of the toilet seat – and bloomin well go for it?
Then there’s the pain..
Once I had to peer into the pan to make sure I wasn’t passing glass shards because that’s what it f**king well felt like!
It felt like labour. I was having to do the hoo-hoo-hoo breathing and everything.
I was cold and sweaty.
This was hardcore defecating and it comes to no surprise to me to learn that a lot of people die on the toilet. Granted most of those are elderly or have heart conditions. It’s a spike in blood pressure that finishes them off, apparently.
In the end, I birthed what felt like an 30lb baby through my bum-hole. In reality, it was a turd the size of a raisin. I was both awed and horrified at how something SO small could cause me SO much pain. It was a lot like giving birth, actually – only minus the drugs.
A straining session for me ensures a visit from Emma Roids (piles) where it hurts to sit down. Standing up’s isn’t much better. Plus, they itch like buggery!
Let me tell you now. There is NO dignity, whatsoever, in having to ram a three-inch suppository into one’s quivering bum-hole. Or anybody elses. Or in buying tubes of Anusol in the local supermarket. It’s hardly discreet is it? The clue’s in the name. ANUSol.
At this point, you’re either horrified (bordering on projectile vomiting) or nodding with profuse empathy. If it’s the latter, I pity you.
My last remaining tips are as follows..
Don’t buy cheap 2 ply. Your botty deserves better, no? Plus, yer fingers go through the cheap crap – which can be icky. Pay extra and pamper the poop-shute!
NOTE: Definitely, no IZAL. Using Izal is akin to wiping one’s arse with a crisp packet!
Blood in Poo
If you have piles through straining you may or may not experience blood when you wipe. Or you might see it in the pan. If this happens to you and it’s your first time, postpone the heart-failure. It’s most likely due to piles. Get it checked out, just to make sure.
Purge, When You Get The Urge
For this, I penned a lil poem.
Every time you need a poo.
Go t’ bathroom and sit on t’loo.
Look at your phone or read a book.*
Don’t delay cus it’ll hurt like
Changes In What’s Normal For You
If your symptoms change see your GP. 99.9% of the time it’s nothing to worry about, but it’s always better to be safe than sorry.
Finally, talking about what’s going on with your bowels is only as embarrassing as you want to make it. It’s a normal (and essential) bodily function. Embarrassment costs lives. Opening up (shameless pun) can mean the difference between life and death. Nuff said?
- Don’t sit on the loo for hours reading books or messing with youir phone. You’ll make yer piles worse!