I think it is fair to say that doing this blog will be therapeutic for me. Make some sort of lemonade from lemons, as it were. And if, in the course of posting my cartoons/illustrations on my blog, I amuse someone, or cause someone to say, Oh God, I went through that, or I’ve felt that too!…then I have achieved something. Because, this is a lonely condition to have. And I also need to mention how much I hate the name of the illness: Irritable Bowel Syndrome. The word “Irritable” itself is so tepid…like grouchy or cranky. The word “Syndrome” invites people to think it’s all in your head. And, after all, it’s just an umbrella term that sweeps all of the varieties of misery under one ineffective phrase. More about that as the blog progresses.

So, my search for a cure, or at least for some answers, started for me 25 years ago, in Hawaii. I got pretty ill with something (a virus, food poisoning, gastritis, who knows?) and was never the same afterwards. I was “normal” and then I wasn’t. My condition evolved into something that is called “post-infectious IBS”. Ah, yes, a category all my own. So, I have to say that after all this time, I have no answers, and no cure. But for some reason, maybe to retain some shreds of sanity and hope, I keep looking and listening. Many of the “cures” I tried seem very desperate to me now. But, if I keep my sense of humor and portray my thoughts graphically, maybe I can make some overall sense of my whole miserable chronic mess.

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