Jaco45er
02-06-09, 18:23
The last 3 weeks I have been in a right 2 and 8. 1st my left side was killing me, especially after sneezing (I nearly died of hayfever) then my right side (liver area) then my shoulder blades, then stomach swelling up after eating and just generally feeling crap.
About a week ago I asked my wife what do you think it is, she said "cut down on the wine, beer and go see a GP for once". Obviously she is no doctor so I ignored her advice.
But over the weekend it was getting beyond a joke, the discomfort and pain was starting to get to me. Didn't help I have been googling symptoms to find out I have Liver disease, heart disease, gall stones, kidney stones, appendwhatisname, intestine blockage (dodgy apparantly) and some other big words that mean nothing but fear to me.
Finally I made an appointment at the docs (on another note, are all GP receptionists so damn moody? if mine mustered a smile her polly filla would have cracked). So I sat down, and the Dr said, how are you?, in my head I responded " feckin dandy mate, I am just on a social call".
"Actually doc I am not too good, strap yourself in chap and listen to this" as I started to reel off all the aliments.
"uh huh, uh huh uh huh" is all he kepted saying I thought, "is this fella listening to me?). Then he said, I see you suffer from anxiety. I thought, here we go, all in my head line, there is no way he is putting it down to that, I am not mental yet.
How's your diet? he asked, fine, I eat well, but I do like the ole vino, to which he never said anything. I went on to mention I drink lots of wine, alot about 4 times and he didn't comment once, I was begining to like this fella.
Do you have a temperture? nope, vomit or feeling sick? nope, bathroom trouble? Well I can't get in the feckin bathroom between 7 and 8 am does that count ?
So after sticking a temp thing in my ear, listen to me breath, squeeze me all over for tenderness (why do I always get friggin male docs?) he printed me off some stuff.
I thought here we go, it's a death certificate.
Nope, A4 sheets on, wait for it, IBS. IB frigging what? I am in pain here doc.
But there it is, apparantly it's IBS and possibly bread intolerance (I was eating a ciabatta with parma ham at the timewhile reading about IBS).
O and a pulled muscle down the left hand side.
So there it is, IBS.
So after that long ranting on my question is, whose got IBS? what's the sympton like? and am I right in thinking wine does nothing but ease the symptoms (hopefully)?
Jaco
About a week ago I asked my wife what do you think it is, she said "cut down on the wine, beer and go see a GP for once". Obviously she is no doctor so I ignored her advice.
But over the weekend it was getting beyond a joke, the discomfort and pain was starting to get to me. Didn't help I have been googling symptoms to find out I have Liver disease, heart disease, gall stones, kidney stones, appendwhatisname, intestine blockage (dodgy apparantly) and some other big words that mean nothing but fear to me.
Finally I made an appointment at the docs (on another note, are all GP receptionists so damn moody? if mine mustered a smile her polly filla would have cracked). So I sat down, and the Dr said, how are you?, in my head I responded " feckin dandy mate, I am just on a social call".
"Actually doc I am not too good, strap yourself in chap and listen to this" as I started to reel off all the aliments.
"uh huh, uh huh uh huh" is all he kepted saying I thought, "is this fella listening to me?). Then he said, I see you suffer from anxiety. I thought, here we go, all in my head line, there is no way he is putting it down to that, I am not mental yet.
How's your diet? he asked, fine, I eat well, but I do like the ole vino, to which he never said anything. I went on to mention I drink lots of wine, alot about 4 times and he didn't comment once, I was begining to like this fella.
Do you have a temperture? nope, vomit or feeling sick? nope, bathroom trouble? Well I can't get in the feckin bathroom between 7 and 8 am does that count ?
So after sticking a temp thing in my ear, listen to me breath, squeeze me all over for tenderness (why do I always get friggin male docs?) he printed me off some stuff.
I thought here we go, it's a death certificate.
Nope, A4 sheets on, wait for it, IBS. IB frigging what? I am in pain here doc.
But there it is, apparantly it's IBS and possibly bread intolerance (I was eating a ciabatta with parma ham at the timewhile reading about IBS).
O and a pulled muscle down the left hand side.
So there it is, IBS.
So after that long ranting on my question is, whose got IBS? what's the sympton like? and am I right in thinking wine does nothing but ease the symptoms (hopefully)?
Jaco