I tried eating a gluten free diet for two weeks to see if my symptoms were a result of any food allergies: that didn’t help. I tried incorporating a small dose of fiber into my daily routine: that didn’t help. I also tried taking magnesium supplements to help get my system flowing a little bit better: that didn’t help either.
With encouragement from John and my mom, I finally gave in and decided to make an appointment to see a gastroenterologist. Four weeks later, I was finally able to get in to see the doc.
As eager as ever, I came into my appointment with a three-week long food log and a printout of all of the symptoms I experienced. I had a million questions to ask and a million stories to share with him.
The doctor came in, asked me what my usual symptoms were, and within 5 minutes, diagnosed me with IBS. I didn’t get to tell him any of my stories and I didn’t get to ask him any of my questions before he made this diagnosis. Honestly, I was kind of hoping that I WOULDN’T be diagnosed with IBS, just because it’s such a vague and general diagnosis. IBS is basically just a giant umbrella term for a bunch of symptoms not necessarily tied to any specific problem, but that just sound like IBS, so are good enough to diagnose as IBS. Who knows.