I am going to have a rant now - please ignore it as you see fit - it may make me feel better.
I have had irritable bowel for the whole of my life and it has been a total blight. Needing the loo urgently up to 10 times a day whilst trying to hold down a job and bring up a family required every ounce of my determination and bloody-mindedness. Waking every morning with nausea that lasts till about 1 pm, and still trying to carry on a normal life is no joke, take it from me, especially when it drags on decade after decade.
It has all been thoroughly investigated over the years so there is no doubt that it is a motility problem, and I just chuck down imodium by the bucketload. How many times was I told that it is JUST irritable bowel? - sometimes I felt like screaming at them, as the word just seemed distinctly inappropriate in the context of the life that I was having to lead.
With my hip op, depression and heart wobbles I have just got to the point where I feel I cannot cope with the bowel problem any longer. I wake up every morning feeling sick as a dog and then engage in the battle of the bowels for several hours. It has reduced me to tears this morning - whatever spark of life that helped me to fight this damned thing has been wiped out by all my other problems and I cannot fight it as a used to - I do not have the oomph to rise above it any more.
Maybe tomorrow.
Rant over.