My worst attack ever was the one that made me finally deal with what was happening to me. I was in London for the day to go shopping with my parents and sister and to see a West End show in the afternoon. I had on tight trousers, and we went for lunch which entailed of cream of mushroom soup,then a club sandwich with lots of mayo and fries. Straight away I started to need the loo, and we had to walk to the theater(which is something I notice a lot of people like, walking off a meal, but I find I have to sit down for a while after or I end up in pain).As everyone was finding their seats (and we had great seats!) I kept going to the toilet and taking my imodium but nothing worked. I ended up spending 2 hours in the disabled toilet at the back of the theater, missing most of the show, sitting on the floor when I could get off the toilet, taking 8 imodium and phoning my husband on my cell phone in tears. I seriously thought I was never going to be able to leave that toilet to go home! Well, I did get home and it spurred me on to go to the docter's. I realised that I had done everything wrong as regards to triggers, and I'd also been constipated for about a week before so that didn't help. I'm sorry this has been so long, but it was a really defining point for me as regards my health, and I know you lot will understand better then most!LOL!!
-------------------- Sarah
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