Proof - Sometimes, You Have To Diagnose YourselfI remember my first attack - I was 10 years old, and I had to get up in the middle of the night because it felt like my intestines were trying to explode (much like that scene in alien!) - I made it to the bathroom, and apart from the obvious bowel related symptoms, I thought I might throw up, I was too hot, sweating, and I nearly blacked out from the pain.
After that night I had recurrent attacks every couple of months, but by the time I was 18 doing my final year at school the attacks were nearly everyday, and there were times when I'd have to leave my classes to go to the bathroom, and 20minutes later the teacher would have sent a friend to check on me
So, I'd had enough, whatever was wrong with me was starting to effect not only my social life, but my school work and all other life activities I was involved in - did some google-related research, came across IBS and realised all the symptoms fit so I went to my GP - I didn't tell him I'd figured it out for myself, but I explained all my symptoms clearly enough and after a quick examination, YES! he got it right, I had IBS! I've read so many stories of people whose doctors didn't believe them, or said their symptoms where "all in their head" or diagnosed even worse and or/unrelated illnesses..... but this is where he got it wrong, wrong, WRONG!!
My doctors put me on a diet that pretty much removed all carbohydrates from my diet - it might work for the size zero idiots, but I was a very busy teenager doing my A-level exams, an 3 musical instrument practical exams, and school plays, and a local theatre play and 5 hours of dance a week and etc etc etc etc the list goes ON! So the only thing in my diet giving me any substantial form of energy was sugar and MAAAAAAAAAN were there highs and looooooows! - I remember being on a free period once with a couple friends, and I had a mocha - for the rest of the free I was literally bouncing of the walls, my best friend said she was actually scared I'd injure myself on something! - and then of course, by the next lesson I was ready to fall asleep on the desk!
- the final straw came when me and my bet friend were on our way to ballet class - I was driving us, and I completely zoned out at the wheel, took my hands off the wheel and just stared into my rear-view mirror - my best friend screamed and took hold of the wheel, snapped me out of it and managed to get us to stop. She drove us the rest of the way - but not before she pulled in at a garage and made me buy a massive sandwich and crisps and eat them before ballet class! HA!
So, I was lost - this mad diet had me all over the shop - and my symptoms were only marginally better (he did also tell me to cut out red-meat, which IS correct and I haven't eaten it since) - so I went to a dietician. She was more helpful, explaining what IBS does and telling me to keep a symptom diary, but still, it all seemed like such a loooooong drawn out process, and I had already been suffering for 8 years. So, MORE research on my part, and that's how I stumbled across www.helpforibs.com - there it all was, laid out plain and simple, what to eat, what not to eat, what to eat when you can't eat anything, and how to get as much nutrition and taste without depriving yourself - and the wonder that is PEPPERMINT!! Hurrah!
So, that's my story - it took me nearly 10 years to get the right information - and it's still not been easy these last 5! But hey, at least it's sorted now eh?