The Irritable Bowel Syndrome Solution

Stephen Jr. Wangen

• Publisher: eBookIt.com
• eBook ISBN: 9780976853732
• Topic: Medicine
• Subtopic: General Health

This is the authoritative resource on IBS. In this easy to read book you will discover what actually causes IBS; how to find the cause of your own symptoms; how to treat your symptoms; and where to go for help. If you have IBS, constipation, diarrhea, gas, bloating, indigestion, or chronic abdominal pain, there is a logical reason for your suffering. Written by Dr. Stephen Wangen, the founder of the IBS Treatment Center, this book explains how your symptoms can be cured. You do not need to eat more fiber; take medications or supplements for the rest of your life; or wonder if you are too stressed. You can actually live your life completely free of IBS and this book will help you discover how.

PART ONE - The IBS Challenge

Bad digestion is the root of all evil.

Hippocrates, 400 B.C.

CHAPTER ONE - It's Not a Laughing Matter

A woman went to her doctor to find out how to get rid of her constipation. "I feel awful," she said. "I haven't had a bowel movement in almost a week."

"I see," said the doctor. "Have you tried to do anything about it?"

"Of course," she said. "I sit in the bathroom for a half hour in the morning and another half hour at night."

"I meant do you take anything for it?" said the doctor.

"Well, of course," she said. "I take a book."

***

Did you know that diarrhea is hereditary?

Yeah, it runs in the jeans.

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Doctor: "What seems to be the problem?"

Patient: "Well, I fart all the time."

Doctor: "Hmm . . . "

Patient: "My farts do not stink and you can't hear them. It's just that I fart all the time. Look, we've been talking here for about 10 minutes and I've farted five times. You didn't hear them and you don't smell them, do you?"

Doctor: "Hmm . . . " He picks up his pad and writes out a prescription.

Patient: "Will this medication clear up my farts?"

Doctor: "No. The prescription is to clear your sinuses. Next week I want you back here for a hearing test."

***

We think bodily functions, especially those having to do with our digestive tracts, are funny. A simple Google search on the Internet for "bathroom humor" will reward you with plenty of websites offering jokes, humorous articles, and hilarious phrases describing the many different kinds of eliminatory situations, appearances, noises and smells that are part of the human condition. You will probably laugh at most of them. Because bathroom humor is funny, right?

Not always. Not if you're the butt of the joke.

Jennifer

"Jennifer" was nearly 17 and a junior in high school. She wore her dark brown hair fashionably long, framing an expressive face, with its deep brown eyes and impish smile. She laughed a lot, and was known around school for her sense of humor. No one would guess the pain and embarrassment she endured nearly every day. And she sure wouldn’t tell them.

Sometimes Jennifer would not have even one bowel movement for three or four days. She'd sit on the toilet for an hour or more in the morning, even though it made her late for school. She could feel that the stool was there, but no matter how much she strained, it didn’t come. Sometimes she couldn’t even pass gas, which she also knew was there. She worried the gas would pass by itself, while she was in class or hanging around with her friends. The pressure that she always felt in her lower belly was made worse by the tight, low-slung jeans she liked to wear.

On other days Jennifer had diarrhea so badly that she had to run to the bathroom as many as ten times. By the end of the day only oily water came out. At school she had to use a stall in the girls' bathroom. The lack of privacy was horribly embarrassing. "I can't wait until there's no one in the bathroom," she said, blushing. "First because I can't wait, and second because there's always someone in there. And they can hear and smell everything." Jennifer often skipped school on the days she had diarrhea rather than face the girls' bathroom.

Jennifer should have been used to her digestive problems, because she'd had them for years. Her mother called Jennifer her "problem child" because she’d had a "nervous stomach" since she was a baby and had always been prone to diarrhea and constipation.

Jennifer had been to so many doctors that she knew beforehand what they are going to say. They couldn’t find anything wrong. She just had a "sensitive stomach," and had to watch what she ate. But there wasn’t a clear-cut relationship between what Jennifer ate and her symptoms. She didn’t know what to watch for.

At 15, Jennifer went to see a specialist in intestinal conditions, a gastroenterologist. He didn't find anything wrong either, but he did have a name for her condition: irritable bowel syndrome, or IBS for short. He gave her a list of foods to avoid, including caffeine, sugar, chocolate, carbonated beverages, and red meat, among others. (There went burgers and sodas.) He told her to keep a diary to record what she ate, how much she ate, and when she ate, and what her bowel results were. "There's really not much else we can do," he told her. "You'll have to learn to live with it. And maybe it will get better in a few years."

A few years! To a teenager, a month is a long time, and a few years can seem like an eternity. Right now is what matters. The Junior Prom was coming up, and Tom, a boy Jennifer had had a crush on since eighth grade, had asked her to go with him. Jennifer was elated, but deep inside she was afraid. Worries chased around her head in an endless game of tag. What if she was bloated and fat and couldn’t fit into her dress? What if she farted in the fancy restaurant he was sure to take her to? What if she had diarrhea and couldn’t find the bathroom in time? Would he laugh at her? Would he be disgusted? She thought that maybe she should just cancel the date and forget about the Junior Prom altogether.

Carl

"Carl" had always been a healthy person, and at 32 he was at the peak of physical fitness. Not only was he in great shape, but all the areas of his life were going well. He was engaged to be married to a beautiful, intelligent woman he loved. He was already a middle manager in a Fortune 500 company, and all the signs pointed to a brilliant career as he moved further up the corporate ladder. He was the pride of his large, close-knit family, and he had plenty of good friends.

When Carl injured his knee playing touch football at the Fourth of July family picnic, he regarded it as "no big deal," even though the injury required surgery. Carl breezed through it with minimal pain and came home from the hospital the next day with prescriptions for antibiotics and pain meds, which he took even though he didn't really think he needed them. In just a few weeks he was walking without a limp and bragging that he was "as good as new."

Well, almost as good as new, except for the diarrhea that started right after he came home: explosive diarrhea, the kind that erupts — loudly — with very little warning. In the days right after his surgery, Carl couldn't get to the bathroom in time, and he soiled his pants more than once. Embarrassed, he scrubbed his pants out in the bathroom sink so his fiancée wouldn't see them.

The doctor didn't seem too worried. He gave Carl a prescription for Prilosec, a common acid blocker, but it didn't help. It wasn't unusual for Carl to visit the bathroom five or six times a day. When he returned to work, his frequent bathroom visits became a joke with his staff. Carl laughed with them, because he was a good sport, but inwardly he didn't find the situation amusing at all.

Carl’s job required some travel, and business trips became a nightmare. He didn't always know where the bathrooms were in the places he visited. At conferences and meetings, he sat in the back so he could make a quick exit if he had to. When he and his boss made a road trip, driving over three hours to an outlying location, Carl had to ask his boss to stop at roadside gas stations three times. They were late to the meeting, and although his boss didn't say anything, Carl was sure he was irritated.

Carl’s job also required him to give presentations, something he was good at and had loved to do — before the diarrhea. But now he worried he would have to rush from the room during a talk. He worried that his company would lose business if he embarrassed them. He stopped eating and drinking in the hours before a presentation — what didn't go in couldn't come out, he figured.

Months passed but Carl's diarrhea didn't. The doctor did some tests but couldn't find anything wrong with him. He said that stress was probably the culprit.. After all, Carl had an executive job in a faced-paced industry, he was soon to be married, and he had recently had surgery — all big stress factors. The doctor recommended that Carl relax more. "Try to get out on the golf course more," he suggested.

Carl wondered if the doctor was really hearing him. He did enjoy golf, and would love to get out on the course more — but unless he installed a Port-o-Potty on his golf cart, Carl didn't see how golf could be an option.

Carl and his fiancée got married in a big church wedding, which went well despite Carl's fears that he would have to leave his bride at the altar while he rushed down the aisle looking for the church bathroom. They went to Hawaii on their honeymoon, but, although it was about the most relaxing place he had ever been, Carl's diarrhea did not abate. They had planned to go scuba diving, but Carl was afraid of having an attack out on the boat or in the water. So his new wife went scuba diving without him.

Carl had now had diarrhea for over a year. His family's traditional Fourth of July picnic was different this year, because Carl didn't come. In fact, he had skipped quite a few family functions over the past year. He missed them, but he worried that he wouldn’t be able to control his bowels. "Why should I stink up their bathrooms, too?" is what he said to his wife the last time she suggested going to a family function.

Linda

"Linda...

Table of contents

• eBook Cover
• Title Page
• PART ONE - The IBS Challenge
• PART TWO - The IBS Solution
• APPENDICES
• BIBLIOGRAPHY