I called it sh*t-o-meter. (I live in Europe where metric system is being used).
During years I had issues with IBS, several practices developed inside my head, all of them being practically unconscious:
- when I move to some new place (town, street address etc.), I start looking for safe spots. These include acceptable toilets with enough privacy that can make me feel comfortable.
- automatic mapping of routes between safe spots, determining the quickest ones. In case I need them, right?!
- once first two points are covered, I relax a little bit and start widening the circle.
Another funny thing about my condition: in most cases, it disappears when I'm drunk. No matter how badly alcohol influences stomach and digestion, when I'm drunk there isn't anyone more relaxed than I am. I'm like a stoned panda. Even if something happens, it's so much easy to cope with... Maybe I should start heavy drinking and make a new blog, one that would start with 'My name is Jack and I'm an alcoholic.'
Do you have stomach problems? Butterflies in your stomach? Nervous stomach? If so, please write something about it as a comment and I'll be glad to publish it.
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