It's back with a vegeance, the belly of my discontent, part of the healing crisis, ha, ha, better than a migraine, bloated rumbling restless, irritable, what did I eat bad nothing, don't drink don't smoke, so it must be the medicines perhaps taken in the wrong order, dispetic, so one way or another it's me that's to blame. Or perhaps it's the blaming.
One thing it's not is IBS because that doesn't actually exist, I'm told by medical professionals.
