Life with my IBS( Irritable Bowel Syndrome)
I will never forget the day it first happened. I was only 15, my grandmother had recently died, and Ivan had torn through my state. We were visiting family friends in Atlanta, Georgia. That day we were getting ready to go to Stone Mountain, but we never made it. Breakfast seemed normal. Fruit, biscuits with syrup, and sausage. I sat at the table eating with all the other kids, but shortly after pain in the my stomach started. I thought it was indigestion so I got a Tums from my mom's friend. Then I went outside for a short walk and some air. I did not even make it out of their yard before my pain got so intense I could not stand it. Immediately I went back towards the house everyone was upstairs getting ready, so I tried to climb the stairs to get help. Last thing I remembered was reaching the top of the stairs, intense gut wrenching agony, so much pain, and then my mom's friend screaming for someone to catch me. I woke up at the bottom of the stairs to the screaming of one of the younger girls saying that I had died. There was no way to know that this one day, this one event, would change the way I lived and approached my life everyday from then on.