Tonight I am supposed to be performing improv with my
team from
The Project. I missed the last show because I was in Vermont
skiing. Now I am probably going to miss the next show because of my IBS. Over a week ago I ate something or did something that gave me pretty much bizarre stomache disress and continues to do so in weird bursts. Tonight I made the classic IBS error of eating a little too much at dinner. This is a classic gut trigger. I got a serious cramp as we were about to leave the restaurant. A quick pit stop too care of that instance. Then after that we made it about 5 blocks from the restaurant when that dull ache I'd had at the restaurant, after going to the bathroom there, turned into a major "If you don't start heading to Barnes & Noble you are going to have pudding pants" moment. Thank goodness for Barnes & Noble. Without their bathrooms New York and the world would be a sadder, smellier place.
I made it home after that and have been contemplating trying to make the show. I took my anti-spasmodics, my fibre and a tums. Now I don't think I need to go to the bathroom but my stomache is making some awful gurgling noises. Just awful. And I think it's the tums doing it but it feels like something is racing around my upper GI. To compound my troubles the trains are all fucked up this weekend so I don't think I can make it on the closest train to me. Plus once I get there I don't know if I could even use the bathroom since it's near the front of the stage. I feel awful beacuse I know my group isn't going to perform again until March at the soonest. Fuuuuuuck..... Plus people I know were planning on seeing the show... Double fuuuuck....
Right now it doesn't look like I am going to make it. The show starts in 10 minutes and my group is due to go on in 40 and I am a 25 min train ride away if I don't have to get off the train and find a bathroom.
I am sad.
EDIT: Now I missed the show and I am feeling better. Jodi made me some calming tea and that seems to have done the trick with the pain. The pain is probably also helped by my stomache shrinking as all the food passes through it. My guts are making some horrible sounds still. Of course I regret not going but it's easy to look back and say I would have been okay. 30 mins ago I would have been on the train terrified that I was going to shit myself or beseiged by stomache cramps. Time to visit the gut doc again I think.
