sethrak

Bouts of gas and constipation, even up to a week's worth, have become as much background noise as my cornea scar or inability to drive freeways. Unpleasant and inconvenient, but definitely Situation Normal, All Fouled Up. Dealing with low grade pain like a mermaid in water has been a Thing even longer.

But this afternoon I got unexpectedly whalloped by worse gas than usual, neck vein pain, and a sudden need to RUN to the bathroom. Fortunately it didn't last long, and I was able to take the boys to therapy. I just napped instead of working on cross stitch. But the neck veins still ache, and I plan to go to bed once Jack's asleep and I don't need to fear a poopocalypse.

What annoys me most is not knowing why. I've been good about my diet, damn it. It's not fucking fair.

I miss Tom. Barring a sudden alteration of space-time allowing me to get him back sooner? I miss human contact. Sigh.