I started thinking about this post yesterday after coming home from the doctor's with Joseph. I thought it would be a funny one about how my appointment went, which it has to be said, was hilarious. So perhaps we'll start with that. However this post has a serious side too, and I really need some help.
Late last week I started bloating and getting stomach pains. At first I thought it was my period starting, however it became apparent with every passing day there was something going on. I now look far more pregnant now than I ever did whilst actually pregnant. The pain is ever present. I am exhausted. So exhausted, bone crushingly tired.
Joseph normally attends preschool 3 mornings a week, but it's term time only. I never thought I'd be the sort of person to moan about summer holidays, but my lord it's been tough. Joseph's sleep pattern is changing and he's potty training, and I'm finding these two things tough to deal with on my own. I have work, my health and social care diploma, my blog and my charity work all on the go, and like most mums am dashing about spinning plates in the air hoping to God none of them smash on the floor.
I decided the time had come to see the GP. I had to take Joseph with me. Of course, because this GP is so wonderful, she's always late. So Joseph soon tired of the bead table and decided to tell everyone about his poorly mother. Thankfully the doctor soon appeared. Joseph took over for me "doctor doctor mummy has a very poorly tummy, you must fix it!". As she got me on the bed to examine me, Joseph was beside himself with worry. The doctor reassured him that I was ok. I have a provisional diagnosis of Irritable Bowel Syndrome (IBS) and a prescription for Omeprazole and peppermine oil capsules.
I took Joseph out of the room and he dashed off into the waiting room, I assumed to have one last go at the bead table. Wrong. The waiting room is set out like a theatre with 4 rows of seats. It was heaving. Joseph took centre stage "Everyone, Everyone, please listen to me, mummy has seen the doctor and she has....." I quickly scruffed him, the audience was in hysterical laughter. Mortified is not the word.
All the stress started with our summer holiday in the first week of the summer break, which did not go to plan. Since then I have been feeling really stressed trying to be all things to everyone.
I am in tears writing this. I know, really, in the grand scheme of things, IBS is no biggie. I will learn to manage it, what to eat, what to do when it flares up etc. But its yet another chronic ongoing condition to add to my asthma and essential hypertension.
I'm in the process of reassessing how I manage my time for the next few weeks. I am going to trial posting less. I am putting myself under stupid pressure to post everyday. That is unnecessary. I am going to do a few review posts that I have outstanding and just post on pressing matters until preschool goes back, and then reassess again.
I really need to find some Kylie time. I can't tell you when I last did something just for me. I've always been good at getting the balance right, but lately I've failed. My hair needs cutting, I need new clothes (once the bloating has gone!) and I need to just "be". I am finding things such a strain, and perhaps the IBS needed to happen to give me a kick up the backside (no pun intended) and to slow down.
And, by the by, peppermint tablets are weird. They are enteric coated so they don't dissolve til they hit your stomach, but then you can taste peppermint all the time, which is well weird! It's like constantly having a trace of toothpaste in your mouth.
If anyone has any experience or tips in dealing with IBS that would be wonderful.
Thank you.
Late last week I started bloating and getting stomach pains. At first I thought it was my period starting, however it became apparent with every passing day there was something going on. I now look far more pregnant now than I ever did whilst actually pregnant. The pain is ever present. I am exhausted. So exhausted, bone crushingly tired.
Joseph normally attends preschool 3 mornings a week, but it's term time only. I never thought I'd be the sort of person to moan about summer holidays, but my lord it's been tough. Joseph's sleep pattern is changing and he's potty training, and I'm finding these two things tough to deal with on my own. I have work, my health and social care diploma, my blog and my charity work all on the go, and like most mums am dashing about spinning plates in the air hoping to God none of them smash on the floor.
I decided the time had come to see the GP. I had to take Joseph with me. Of course, because this GP is so wonderful, she's always late. So Joseph soon tired of the bead table and decided to tell everyone about his poorly mother. Thankfully the doctor soon appeared. Joseph took over for me "doctor doctor mummy has a very poorly tummy, you must fix it!". As she got me on the bed to examine me, Joseph was beside himself with worry. The doctor reassured him that I was ok. I have a provisional diagnosis of Irritable Bowel Syndrome (IBS) and a prescription for Omeprazole and peppermine oil capsules.
I took Joseph out of the room and he dashed off into the waiting room, I assumed to have one last go at the bead table. Wrong. The waiting room is set out like a theatre with 4 rows of seats. It was heaving. Joseph took centre stage "Everyone, Everyone, please listen to me, mummy has seen the doctor and she has....." I quickly scruffed him, the audience was in hysterical laughter. Mortified is not the word.
All the stress started with our summer holiday in the first week of the summer break, which did not go to plan. Since then I have been feeling really stressed trying to be all things to everyone.
I am in tears writing this. I know, really, in the grand scheme of things, IBS is no biggie. I will learn to manage it, what to eat, what to do when it flares up etc. But its yet another chronic ongoing condition to add to my asthma and essential hypertension.
I'm in the process of reassessing how I manage my time for the next few weeks. I am going to trial posting less. I am putting myself under stupid pressure to post everyday. That is unnecessary. I am going to do a few review posts that I have outstanding and just post on pressing matters until preschool goes back, and then reassess again.
I really need to find some Kylie time. I can't tell you when I last did something just for me. I've always been good at getting the balance right, but lately I've failed. My hair needs cutting, I need new clothes (once the bloating has gone!) and I need to just "be". I am finding things such a strain, and perhaps the IBS needed to happen to give me a kick up the backside (no pun intended) and to slow down.
And, by the by, peppermint tablets are weird. They are enteric coated so they don't dissolve til they hit your stomach, but then you can taste peppermint all the time, which is well weird! It's like constantly having a trace of toothpaste in your mouth.
If anyone has any experience or tips in dealing with IBS that would be wonderful.
Thank you.
