This isn't going to be a terribly informative post today. Rather I'm going to whine and moan for a bit. If you have any chronic health condition like IBD, IBS, or any other, then I'm sure you'll get where I'm coming from and forgive my lapse in keeping a stiff upper lip just now.
So, here it goes. . .
If you're a regular reader of mine then you know I have colitis and IBS and have had to be gluten-free for the past year and a half and I was treated six years ago with radiosurgery for an Acoustic Neuroma (AN) - a benign brain tumor. Typical symptoms of an AN are hearing loss because this tumor tends to grow on the hearing nerve. Well, since I seem to be anything but typical, my tumor is on my balance nerve and the only symptom I have ever had with it is vertigo - think anything from a woozy-board-a-ship feeling to bed spins that don't stop for hours or days or week. Even though the treatment has stopped the tumor's growth I can still get bouts of wooziness or dizziness.
But, I've gotten ahead of myself. Let's back up to this past Friday when my husband and I drove from our home in Colorado Springs to Steamboat Springs to visit with a vacationing friend we haven't seen in a year. This is a very good and long-time friend who is fighting cancer and I don't think I, or my husband, realized just how emotional and exhausting this trip would be.
Anyway, even though any kind of travel can be harrowing when you're never sure of what your gut is going to do or where the next bathroom is going to be, our trip went off without much of a hitch. Bathrooms were found. Lunch was eaten. And we only made one wrong turn that cost us 40 extra miles. So, we got to Steamboat by 7PM, settled into our hotel, and half an hour later we were ready to go find some dinner. Note to self, and any readers headed to Steamboat, restaurants here close at 8PM. So, not only did my crazy eating complicate things - you know, gluten-free (GF), nightshade vegetable-free, spicy-food-free, cow's milk-free, yada, yada, yada - but now our choices were limited to Mexican, a late-night pastry shop (Not!), or a pizza joint that touted gluten-free crust.
We chose pizza and for my first GF ‘za I have to say it was pretty darn tasty. After dinner we decided to relax for a bit in a wine bar my husband had spied on our walk to dinner. I hunkered down at the bar with a glass of water while the hubby sipped a Spanish Jumilla. About ten minutes into our experience I had to go to the bathroom. The first restroom I found was occupied - of course! - but thankfully the second one, a floor down, was free. And what was to happen next? You guess it! Loose poop!
"Are you joking? Why?" I wanted to scream, but didn't.
At that moment, all my relaxation techniques and knowledge also went down the toilet. I refused to risk having to run back-and-forth to a possibly occupied bathroom so I went back to the bar and told my husband I'd meet him back at the hotel, and left. And yes, he did offer to leave with me, but I insisted he stay and drink his wine. He knew I hated having an audience when my gut let loose so he stayed for another half hour or so before returning to our room.