Not enough to quell the turbulence in my gut, apparently. Seriously, I've spent the entire day taking Lomotil AND Donnatal--PILES of it, not eating, and yet still I'm in pain and constantly in the bathroom. AND still fighting a stupid fever that has me wrapped in a heavy fleece blanket, underneath three MORE covers, freezing to death, only to have the fever periodically break when the analgesics finally kick in, so that I wake up burning up and bathed in sweat. Whee. And yet...AND YET, I drag myself, sick and wounded, to the computer here in the eleventh hour of the eighth day of NABLOPOMO, just to keep my commitment to this insane (no offense, M. K.) project.
Anyway, before you ask, YES, I've seen a gastroenterologist, though it might be time to see him again, and YES, I've had a colonoscopy. And YES, I've followed the Diet That Eliminates All Foods That Can Exacerbate I.B.S., Namely Any Foods That Taste Good, all to no avail. So I live my life on Atropine and Belladonna-based drugs, simultaneously cursing them for their non-effectiveness and praising God for them because HOW BAD WOULD IT BE WITHOUT THEM?
Ugh. And I try, really TRY, not to talk politics on this blog, but on a day like today...wow. Just, wow. A woman, third in line for the presidency? WOW. I did not check any news sources at all today, not even the TV, until late this evening, and my first reaction was, "WHOA--Rummy's really GONE?" Next was "WHOA--the SENATE turned over, too?"
What a ride. Here's hoping that we're not just exchanging one tidal-wave of single-party politics for another one.