I can remember my grandmother and those old gauze stockings rolled around here knees. And she wore those big dresses wit the apron...I think I understand why now...I am working hard everyday trying to find something on the light side about having IBS to embrace. I have been fighting it so long, now I quess it's time to treat it like a third boob, or for men, an extra ball...:) If it's not going to go away, I got to figure out how to live with it...