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I mean, on the one hand: ow. And on the other hand: ow, Ow, OW. So yeah, relief from the ow would be nice, but based on my experience with previous gastroenterology excursions, it's gonna go a little something like this:
First, lots of uncomfortable, if not downright horrifying, tests.
Then, when those tests inevitably find nothing to explain why my intestines do not function and instead cause brain-shattering pain, the diagnosis: You have Irritable Bowel Syndrome! Try Fiber!
And I am going to be sorely tempted to tell him to take the fiber and shove it up his ass because it's going to do more good there than it would in my digestive system.
And yet, tomorrow, I go. Because really, OW.
First, lots of uncomfortable, if not downright horrifying, tests.
Then, when those tests inevitably find nothing to explain why my intestines do not function and instead cause brain-shattering pain, the diagnosis: You have Irritable Bowel Syndrome! Try Fiber!
And I am going to be sorely tempted to tell him to take the fiber and shove it up his ass because it's going to do more good there than it would in my digestive system.
And yet, tomorrow, I go. Because really, OW.
