Okay I have to rant for a sec.
Something I don’t think a lot of ppl understand is that if u have ibd and/or a shit ton of allergies, going to restaurants SUCK.
I have Crohn’s and a ton of allergies that I recently found out about and going out to eat is just so difficult and draining. Having to watch everyone eat delicious foods and get these fantastical meals while you’re always stuck with the bare bones of a salad, chips away at ur mentality. Plus, with restaurants, there is always the major factor of cross contamination that makes going out to eat very anxiety inducing.
I’m not saying don’t invite ur chronically ill friends out to eat but if that person has said before that restaurants are hard and they CLEARLY aren’t having a good time, find a different way to spend time together. When food is making u sick, having a whole 2+hrs spent around it isn’t the best of vibes.
join a community for all the girlies with gi issues.
warning: please be patient as i continue to work on it.
Was it the bread
That got to your head?
Or was it the butter
That made you stutter?
Maybe you think it was the salt
That made it your fault
I know that the berries
Didn't make you marry
But what was your deal
With the oatmeal?
Was the grapefruit too tart?
Maybe it’s why you had to fart
You gave a nickel
For a fried pickle
Maybe the pie
Was the reason that it felt like you were going to die
I mean the honey
Did seem to taste a little funny
Did the steak
Give you a stomach ache?
Was it the chicken soup
That made you have to go poop?
Or was it the icing on the cake
That made your stomach break?
I feel comfortable right now
In this moment
I’m warm
I’m tired
I’m not freaking out
I feel like a little kid in this state of innocence
But this moment has just been ruined by my colon
In other words
I have to poop
Fucking mother nature
You must be laughing at me
But since tomorrow is my birthday
I suppose I should let you have a laugh
But please be careful
With your volcanoes
And your avalanches
But thank you for this moment
Full of my favorite things,
Music,
Warmth,
Fuzzy blanket,
Yarn,
Silly conversations with friends,
A head of ideas,
And lastly,
A feeling of completeness
Or wholeness
No control
So lay me down to rest
I'm done trying my best
IBD is a troll
My head is a now a mess
It wants you to get depressed
So I fill myself with happiness
I can’t let it win
So instead I grin
It makes you feel loneliness
Put on your mockingjay pin
Life’s not so bad, lift up your chin
Pick up your head
You try to ignore the anger
Pain and I are no stranger
Or lie back down to bed
Be a tanker
Keep going, even if you have to be a faker
Come on
Don’t let it
Get to you bit by bit
Stop singing that sad song
Don’t throw that fit
You have grit
Knocked me down
IBD
Is a bully, he pushed me
All the way to the dirty, cold, hard, ground
And I scraped my knee
But I still try to fill myself with glee
Dear, IBD get lost!
Take a hike!
It’s the third strike
You aren’t the boss
You, nobody likes
You can’t catch me on my bike
I fell
There comes a point
Where you want to roll a joint
You stupid spell
The why bother going on point
I don’t care anymore, even if it can affect your joints
Frustrating
Every time I get back on my feet
I get hit hard on the concrete
IBD hating
After everything finally becomes neat
I get hit when I try to cross the street
This has been going on for awhile
Will it ever end?
Well that depends
Always wanting to be normal, everything in a messed up pile
I don’t want to be your friend
Again
For the world I wouldn’t miss
Could you offer me your hand?
To help me stand
I've got this
I can
As long as you can understand