A little idea - attacks..
#187096 - 06/17/05 10:21 PM
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daliatree
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I had a little idea. Lately I have been keeping my diary in the bathroom...so that when I have an attack (unfortunately often these days :-() I can write down all the stuff that flies through my head at high speed - good, bad, encouraging, hopeless etc. It helps focus me and get me through it and understand myself.
What do you all say to yourselves when you are on that toilet,holding on, praying for it to end? How do you stay upbeat? What words or prayers or mantras carry you through the fear that comes with all of this?
I thought it would be really nice if we could all write down what we do/say etc to keep ourselves together. I want to print it out and tuck it in my diary. This board helps me so much to feel unisolated, and it would be nice to carry those words into the toilet with me and read them when I need them the most.
Thanks to anyone that replies!
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I say "oh God, dear God, get it OUTTTT!!"
Kinda like when I'm in labour!!
Funny, but it works!
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Keep on keepin' on...
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There is nothing inspirational in me during an attack. All I do is fan myself and pray (not very eloquently (sp) either) for the pain and the poop to stop! 
Edited by kshsmom (06/18/05 05:11 AM)
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I tend to think, "I'm sick of this" or "I don't have time for this."
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Hey, whatever works! 
I don't have a mantra, I admit. I don't get despondent or upset about it anymore, thankfully, but I tend to get really irritated after the 3rd or 4th trip to the toilet, and that's when I start swearing. LOL!
Seriously, though, what helps me get through it the best is distraction. My cat Phoebe, the little weirdo, refuses to let me go in the bathroom by myself. EVER. So I'll be sitting on the pot, and Phoebe sits at my feet, looks up, and meows. And I meow back. And she meows again, and so on, each meow getting more and more weird-sounding (goodness only knows what she's trying to tell me, haha). Inevitably she makes some sort of non-feline squawking noise and I crack up. And thus we get back to laughter being the best medicine. 
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Distraction works best for me too. Usually I try to read something and not think about getting all upset over it until it's over. It's frustrating sometimes though when you're on the 3rd or 4th trip... arhgh!
Btw, that's really funny about your cat Casey! Cats are so awesome. My cat Sebastian always seems to know when I'm not feeling well and will lie on my stomach. I read somewhere that the frequency of a cat's purr is the same as an ultrasound (or something) that they use to soothe pain... or something like that. Anyway, it really does help, and is comforting of course too. Ahhh, felines.
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Well, I have this little ritual if it is a long bout. Get the fan blowing on me, keep my crossword book and pen close by and maybe a favorite bead making magazine. But if the pain is too intense I just sit and moan!  I"ve only been on the diet about 3 weeks and with the exception of yesterday at he docs (I posted about that) I have fortunately not had a long, painful bout of D. So something is definitely working for me. I still have D in the mornings but nothing like a month ago.
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Did you name your cat Phoebe because Phoebe thought a cat was her mother? I loved that Friends episode!
Yeah, I have toadmit, I don't think too much, I just poop and get it over with.
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Since my attacks tend to involve several hours of sitting there with a plastic bag in front of my face, going both ends simultaneously, I definitely try to distract myself. When I have a little (and I do mean little) break between the explosions (haha) I massage my forehead and say positive, "I'm trying to heal myself" messages to myself over and over again. It kind of puts me in a trance. That is at least until the feeling of "Oh God, here we go again!" comes back! lol
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This is kind of embarrassing, or personal! That's okay. Lately--I don't understand why--I chant nursery rhymes over and over and over again--little miss muffet sat on her...inky dinky spider...little jack horner...puff the magic dragon...(I still can't get over MEET THE PARENTS, nevermind MEET THE FOCKERS and think Ben Stiller is a hot) this sort of stuff happens when it's totally painful. I often adulterate these nursery rhymes. I get quite angry when I'm in pain. I'm not sure if it's the rhythm or the cadence, but it subdues me, distracts me. I crank up the tunes, too. Or begin the naming of the goldfish (sort of a spin on T.S. Eliot's "The Naming of the Cats). Start making lists. Yes, I read. Somehow, though, bathroom reading needs to be different. I do some colour visualization--the pain is usually CRIMSON or ORANGE and I send myself some blue or even some muddy cool tones. Sometimes, I feel like my head is going to explode from the pain so I send some lavender to my head or violet. Maybe I should get one of those Mr. Bubbles and just blow bubbles on the throne. Yes, that sounds like a good idea--blowing bubbles on the can. Maybe a colouring book, next, too. I don't understand why, but sometimes pain makes me really "childish" and regressive.
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