If I eat, I can’t leave the house. Or if I eat late and it’s something that isn’t quite right, then the next morning and noon is all messed up too. Sometimes I can eat a certain food and be fine and other days, not really. I have such urgency that sometimes I can barely get from the couch to the bathroom that isn’t even 10 steps away. I don’t have a gallbladder anymore and it’s just gotten progressively worse as I hit munis 40’s. Meds I used to take to help, I either can’t take now due to side effects or they are controlled so doctors freak out. I feel trapped and like right now, I will probably pick up dinner as I’m tired and my DDD keeps me from cooking anything too labor intensive. So since I skipped a real lunch and just had a brunch, I’m hungry but my family isn’t. So if I get something to eat now, no matter what it is, I’ll be stuck wondering if I’ll be fearful of an IBS accident the entire time I’m picking up their dinner. I haven’t been able to do much shopping or planning for dinners cause the stores seem to only have half of what I need to make a full dinner. Ever since this pandemic started, the supply of specific foods is iffy. It took me a week once to find ricotta cheese. I’m tired friends. I feel like I’m a slave to my colon. #IBSD #IrritableBowelSyndromeIBS