My goddaughter and family will be at Heathrow later with her parents, as she, husband and babe are flying back to Vancouver today after six weeks in the UK. They asked me to have lunch with them at Carluccio's in Terminal 5, but guess what? Having dropped off to sleep at 11pm, I awoke around 2.30 with the most ghastly stomach ache, lay awake till 6, when I dragged myself up and found Mr G feeding Flad. He had gone to bed at tennish and had a blissful, uninterrupted night. I have since had several unpleasant trips to the loo and it looks as if the IBS is back with a vengeance. Yet I only forgot to take my probiotics for one day. Not fair, is it?
It is horrible having your life dominated by your stomach, being unable to arrange things and rely on actually getting there because you are notorious for cancelling on the day due to feeling ill. I am so fed up with it that I have sent off for the York Test to try and find out what I am allergic to. I ate Mr G's stew with dumplings last night. I also drank some red wine. I don't mind giving up red, but if the test says I can't have any wine ever again.... I suppose you can't put a price on feeling well.
5 days ago