Step 2

Toby came to me this morning and in a comical kind of voice said:

"Mommy! I just can't believe it, I farted and poop came out!"

me "where!!??"

"On the couch!"

me "oh shit"

"I know mom"

I have a weak tummy, always have always will. I highly suspect i have irritable bowel syndrome and was once diagnosed with it 15 years ago. But, I have never done anything about it. My husband and I were discussing this last night as he is alarmed at how often the little children in our house get diarrhea and how long it lasts. He thinks that if i figure out what the hell is wrong with me, then perhaps we can help them.

Our conversation went like this:

him "Why don't you go to the doctor?"

me "Because i know that it will include some sort of rectal exam and i am just not into that"

him "it takes just a minute. It's not worth a minute of your life to stop the problem?"

me "not really, no. You've never been pregnant and given birth have you? I've had all i can take of people poking and prodding down there."

him "don't you think the doctor would be interested in knowing you've had the shits for 15 years?"

me "maybe, but i'm sure he'll survive without knowing it."

Ah yes, the ongoing documentary of bowel habits at my house is, i'm sure, of great interest to the internet.