Days off are great. Tomorrow is my dearest's birthday, so cake-making is in order. If I can get my lazy butt off of the couch. And if the cat (yes, I have a cat!) would be so kind as to get off of my foot.
I have yet another doctor's appointment today. He says I have IBS, part of me thinks it's a cop-out diagnosis because he can't figure out what's wrong. If I die of colon cancer, I'll be pissed. But, tests keep coming back negative, which is good. If it is "just" IBS, that's fine and dandy. If not... I'd like to know sooner rather than later.
So, I live with the IBS. And I am going to make cake. Which is not great for by bowels, but it tastes good.
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