Whoosh

The second Funeral we did yesterday was a bit more frantic, but on my part. Although I am off my food at this time, I managed to eat some chicken before I went out. Driving the Hearse I suddenly felt the familiar 'bubbling' in the old guts. Yep it was the old IBS saying hello and in a big way. I now had a 40 minute drive ahead of me whilst clenching my buttock cheeks together. I have never driven so fast in the Hearse to try and get to the crem bog? Reading about how many anxiety reducing meds Michael Jackson was taking, i can't believe his Doctor would let him take such a cocktail. I feel so sorry for the poor bloke as he must have been living a nightmare and he was terrified about his 'come back' When is the medical system going to come up with a better cure for these horrible feelings that doesn't involve taking chemicals?