Am considering desperate measures for IBS. Yes, I'm even considering visiting my doctor. The only thing stopping me is the thought of his condescending, eye-ball rolling, deameanor when he says things like, "You don't have AIDS," (Oh, yeah, how do you know who I've slept with or what drugs I've done? - blood transfusions he would probably know about). Or, "You're not going to die," (mmmm, yeah...just who are you?! God?!). Or, even, "you might want to consider renting a parking space in our lot, hahahahhaha!" (Um...I'm not laughing). So, now that I have a painful stressful condition, he's the last person I feel like seeing. As a dealer, there's no better person to go to for a fix of Tylenol with Codeine or Claritin. He'll have me flying high in no time. But for serious medical concerns about serious medical conditions that I have heard about or read about or fantasized about, he's not a very sympathetic ear (oh, I know all about HMOs and hypochondriac patients and blah blah blah). Still, there might be some bowel freezer out there on the pharmaceutical market.

Just for today, I can consider visiting my doctor about IBS.