A little tidbit about me: I have ulcerative colitis. What that means, in simple terms? My colon likes to cause ne great pain and lots of long trips to the bathroom. It’s much better than it was in high school- back then I’d be sick at least 5 times a week, and it would be bad. I’d be so weak and tired after an episode… I’ve had it since around age 11 or 12 but it wasn’t diagnosed until 16. I had medicine after the diagnosis but it didn’t really help. The stressors I had at that time were too much. UC is made much worse with stress.
Anyway, I was getting sick so often back then that I dropped to 103 pounds at my worst. My weight fluctuated a lot too- anywhere from 125 to 103. In my senior year it was the worst it had ever been and that’s when I dropped to 103.
It’s been a struggle. You have to joke about it, otherwise people are going to wonder why you have to sprint to the bathroom to unload after a dinner. Yeah, there’s a lot of poop jokes. Perhaps it’s immature, but it seems to explain things pretty well. It goes with my brutally honest and open personality. Why dance around a poopy (see what I did there) subject around people who are going to be around you a bit. I’m not brash about it with people I’ve just met/don’t know well/older people at work.
But if you’re going to give me shit (oh I am on a roll) about spending 20 mins in the bathroom, expect a snarky, detailed comment back.
Here I sit, in the stall at work that has a weird door that makes it so you have to squeeze in it, typing on my iPhone about UC. Unlike the torrential attacks of my youth, now it’s like a calm for a few days and WHAM. This stall is like my second home.
There you go. There’s a post on poop. Take that, nearly completed journalism degree!