If we told our partners everything that’s wrong with us on the first date, I guess we’d all be single for life. There are some things you simply don’t sign up for when you commit to someone.
Let me start with some background on this story. I have irritable bowel syndrome (IBS). When I was diagnosed with it 11 years ago, most people didn’t even know what IBS was. Thankfully the public has become much more educated about it now, and most people now realize it’s a legitimate health problem.
Basically my digestive system does not always function correctly. Aside from having to make unexpected runs to the nearest toilet, I also suffer from episodes of very sharp, intense pain in my stomach, breaking out into cold sweats, dizziness, and sometimes I can hardly stand up.
To keep these episodes to a minimum, I eat a very strict and boring diet. I can’t have any caffeine. Nothing with spices in it. No onions, very little garlic. Nothing ethnic. No red meat. Limited dairy. Limited fried foods. The list goes on…
If I follow doctor’s orders, I do pretty well. But sometimes, like tonight, IBS rears its ugly head and I get really sick.
When I get sick, I get scared. The dizziness and cold sweat makes me afraid I’ll pass out. I feel just miserable and have to sit in the bathroom, doing you know what. And I shake and hyperventilate with a wet rag on my forehead (which seems to calm me).
The sweet part is Rodney. He stands outside the door, just in case I need him. He’ll stand there and endure any embarrassing sounds or smells, just because he loves me and doesn’t want me to suffer alone.
I really appreciate it. I guess loving me isn’t very glamorous. But he’s special and he’s there when I need him.
I bet when we exchanged rings, he didn’t think he’d have to suffer through that the rest of his life, now did he?
One in five Americans suffer with IBS. That’s a whole lot of significant others holding their noses. 