Thank you A Thinker,

That's very deep. I might have to get a plastic cover large print version, when on the groan throne.

The witch hazel, medical tape, and Tucks pads are being used today.

My starfish needs recovery time.

Nutritionist Wrote:
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> I'm not trying to insult but help. My experience
> is with IBS, didn't you read that at the
> beginning? I'm not like anon doctor, as I do care
> a lot.


Myself and other doctors do care about our patients. May I ask you what your level of education is, along with why you feed these animals?

Well anon dick, I hope you are on my row in the airplane. I'm getting ready to leave the Fairfax area for my brother Clarence's house.

At least I won't be on a table naked, having objects jammed up my ass.

Anon Doc Wrote:
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> Nutritionist Wrote:
> --------------------------------------------------
> -----
> > I'm not trying to insult but help. My
> experience
> > is with IBS, didn't you read that at the
> > beginning? I'm not like anon doctor, as I do
> care
> > a lot.
>
>
> Myself and other doctors do care about our
> patients. May I ask you what your level of
> education is, along with why you feed these
> animals?

Anon doc, Why do you call us animals? We share our experiences to help each other cope with a condition that we cannot talk about or joke about with our friends and neighbors. Here I can tell everyone about the fact that I have to drive a minivan with an emergency porta potty and related accessories stashed in the back and the limo-black window tint I had to pay for to keep my secret safe. Does that make me an animal?
In addition to IBS I have a fear of pooping in public restrooms brought on by being the youngest child in a large family and having to grow up with older brothers and sisters that would tease and torture me when I was trying to go number two. Today I have a job where I do a fair amount of travel by car so I had to buy my specially equipped minivan. People often ask me why a single reasonably successful man in his early 40s drives a minivan. I tell them I just like minivans but in reality I don't care for minivans at all.
Have you ever had to walk in to a cheap motel and pay 60 to 80 dollars just so you could go poop in private? Well I have had to do it about 30 times in my life and it sucks.

I think Slovak food helps. It's not a cure but easy on stomach. So far happy at new job.

sliced onion Wrote:
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> Anon Doc Wrote:
> --------------------------------------------------
> -----
> > Nutritionist Wrote:
> >
> --------------------------------------------------
>
> > -----
> > > I'm not trying to insult but help. My
> > experience
> > > is with IBS, didn't you read that at the
> > > beginning? I'm not like anon doctor, as I do
> > care
> > > a lot.
> >
> >
> > Myself and other doctors do care about our
> > patients. May I ask you what your level of
> > education is, along with why you feed these
> > animals?
>
> Anon doc, Why do you call us animals? We share our
> experiences to help each other cope with a
> condition that we cannot talk about or joke about
> with our friends and neighbors. Here I can tell
> everyone about the fact that I have to drive a
> minivan with an emergency porta potty and related
> accessories stashed in the back and the limo-black
> window tint I had to pay for to keep my secret
> safe. Does that make me an animal?
> In addition to IBS I have a fear of pooping in
> public restrooms brought on by being the youngest
> child in a large family and having to grow up with
> older brothers and sisters that would tease and
> torture me when I was trying to go number two.
> Today I have a job where I do a fair amount of
> travel by car so I had to buy my specially
> equipped minivan. People often ask me why a single
> reasonably successful man in his early 40s drives
> a minivan. I tell them I just like minivans but in
> reality I don't care for minivans at all.
> Have you ever had to walk in to a cheap motel and
> pay 60 to 80 dollars just so you could go poop in
> private? Well I have had to do it about 30 times
> in my life and it sucks.

The behavior many folks with their write ups here display, could best be described as animal like. User name Brown Onion, BEH and others show obtuse immature behavior, and it would behoove you to visit a GI and psychiatrist.

What your write up shows, is a need for medical intervention. It's improper for me to diagnose your condition, but I'd suggest getting to a GI who's well qualified first. You could make the best decision, just by making that appointment.

After seeing a GI, see a psychiatrist to discuss anxiety. You can improve your situation, but make an appointment instead of write ups that can cause damage in the court of public opinion.

Anon Doc Wrote:
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> sliced onion Wrote:
> --------------------------------------------------
> -----
> > Anon Doc Wrote:
> >
> --------------------------------------------------
>
> > -----
> > > Nutritionist Wrote:
> > >
> >
> --------------------------------------------------
>
> >
> > > -----
> > > > I'm not trying to insult but help. My
> > > experience
> > > > is with IBS, didn't you read that at the
> > > > beginning? I'm not like anon doctor, as I
> do
> > > care
> > > > a lot.
> > >
> > >
> > > Myself and other doctors do care about our
> > > patients. May I ask you what your level of
> > > education is, along with why you feed these
> > > animals?
> >
> > Anon doc, Why do you call us animals? We share
> our
> > experiences to help each other cope with a
> > condition that we cannot talk about or joke
> about
> > with our friends and neighbors. Here I can tell
> > everyone about the fact that I have to drive a
> > minivan with an emergency porta potty and
> related
> > accessories stashed in the back and the
> limo-black
> > window tint I had to pay for to keep my secret
> > safe. Does that make me an animal?
> > In addition to IBS I have a fear of pooping in
> > public restrooms brought on by being the
> youngest
> > child in a large family and having to grow up
> with
> > older brothers and sisters that would tease and
> > torture me when I was trying to go number two.
> > Today I have a job where I do a fair amount of
> > travel by car so I had to buy my specially
> > equipped minivan. People often ask me why a
> single
> > reasonably successful man in his early 40s
> drives
> > a minivan. I tell them I just like minivans but
> in
> > reality I don't care for minivans at all.
> > Have you ever had to walk in to a cheap motel
> and
> > pay 60 to 80 dollars just so you could go poop
> in
> > private? Well I have had to do it about 30
> times
> > in my life and it sucks.
>
> The behavior many folks with their write ups here
> display, could best be described as animal like.
> User name Brown Onion, BEH and others show obtuse
> immature behavior, and it would behoove you to
> visit a GI and psychiatrist.
>
> What your write up shows, is a need for medical
> intervention. It's improper for me to diagnose
> your condition, but I'd suggest getting to a GI
> who's well qualified first. You could make the
> best decision, just by making that appointment.
>
> After seeing a GI, see a psychiatrist to discuss
> anxiety. You can improve your situation, but make
> an appointment instead of write ups that can cause
> damage in the court of public opinion.


I wasted my time and money with doctors some 10 years ago. I followed the advice I was given for many years with no improvement. I have a good job with great healthcare coverage but I have learned that there is nothing I can do about my condition except cope with it. There are lots of people who have things much worse than I do and I am grateful for what I have.
Thank you for your advice, I know that you truly believe that it is helpful.

STFU enough!

Black Underwear Wrote:
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> STFU enough!


........just getting started, fuck you.

we are...... Wrote:
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> Black Underwear Wrote:
> --------------------------------------------------
> -----
> > STFU enough!
>
>
> ........just getting started, fuck you.


Fuck you! Scat lover. BEH or Northman all nasty shit lovers.

I'm too tired, in New York the city that never sleeps, to post some quick advice.

Even if on a short flight, make sure you get a plain with multiple stalls. The other passengers were not happy with my clog jog, nor the aromas that made it's way throughout the plane.

Ok I'm wore out but Sliced, just like Poltergeist, "don't look into the brown light."

Anon dick is sleazier than a used car salesman.

You are nasty. Just get help assholes

Sliced I owe you an apology.

My rear end has had a bad weekend. My brothers toilet is now like Spock. Dead.

It's being replaced by a grumpy NY steam fitter, and with union pay, my ass is expensive.

Brown Onion Wrote:
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> Sliced I owe you an apology.
>
> My rear end has had a bad weekend. My brothers
> toilet is now like Spock. Dead.
>
> It's being replaced by a grumpy NY steam fitter,
> and with union pay, my ass is expensive.


No need to apologize BO. You have helped me so much to try and help myself.
I think I made another bad decision this morning. After meeting my nephew at a storage place to help him load a rental truck he insisted on taking me to Bob Evans. Yes, I had biscuits and gravy along with two fried eggs. I am home now just sitting here waiting for the other shoe to drop. The food was fantastic but now I must pay the bill if you know what I mean.

Let me guess, no improvement in your health with these immature write ups

Anon Doc Wrote:
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> Let me guess, no improvement in your health with
> these useless, arrogent, doctors


I fixed it for you Anon Dick

BEH Wrote:
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> Anon Doc Wrote:
> --------------------------------------------------
> -----
> > Let me guess, no improvement in your health
> with
> > these useless, arrogent, doctors
>
>
> I fixed it for you Anon Dick


It's arrogant user name BEH. Your write ups and views towards well educated scientific based folks could be described as such.

Well my bowels, or what is left of them are back in Fairfax.

I paid well over $1,000 to pay for my brother to get a new toilet installed, and some new pipes after my destructive brown mess. That loaf was painful, then when you add my brothers frustration, and the steam fitters comments, it hurts. Financial plus emotional pain really, and it's not like I can trade my bowels in for a new set.

Anon dick, up your ass one of my sized bricks.

Sliced, Bob Evans while tasty is a butt bursting ride. How are your bowels?

IBS is just like fibromyalgia and other made up diseases. There are others that are real, but it's all about dough for the pharmaceutical companies

Brown Onion Wrote:
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> Well my bowels, or what is left of them are back
> in Fairfax.
>
> I paid well over $1,000 to pay for my brother to
> get a new toilet installed, and some new pipes
> after my destructive brown mess. That loaf was
> painful, then when you add my brothers
> frustration, and the steam fitters comments, it
> hurts. Financial plus emotional pain really, and
> it's not like I can trade my bowels in for a new
> set.
>
> Anon dick, up your ass one of my sized bricks.
>
> Sliced, Bob Evans while tasty is a butt bursting
> ride. How are your bowels?


BO, glad you made it home okay. I know you are just kidding about your brothers toiley. My bowels caused me to miss church services today but I am sure I can make it to work in the morning. I got a great deal on 36 rolls of bath tissue at sams club today, I was down to my last 10 rolls.

Sliced I'm sure God understands about your bowels and forgives you accordingly. Thank you for the heads up on the toilet paper, and likewise if I see a good deal I'll let you know.

As for the New York City experience at my brothers, it's sadly true. According to my brother, the infastructure is old.

It seems the toilet pipes couldn't handle the Jurassic sized shit I took.

Make believe disorder.

Mogly Wrote:
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> Make believe disorder.

IBS is a real medical condition. While it can be treated to a degree, and quite well with a individualized approach, I must inform you that your statements are in error.

IBS is a real medical condition, and instead of wasting time spewing out nonsensical garbage, do your homework.

Let me guess, school being out again has brought the stupidity levels higher.

IBS, while not as serious as Chron's or Ulcerative Cholitis, is best treated by a board certified GI.

On a lunch break coworkers put lysol cans on my seat. A crude lump of melted chocolate by the drive window. Very tired of abuse.

Anon Doc Wrote:
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> IBS is a real medical condition, and instead of
> wasting time spewing out nonsensical garbage, do
> your homework.
>
> Let me guess, school being out again has brought
> the stupidity levels higher.
>
> IBS, while not as serious as Chron's or
> Ulcerative Cholitis, is best treated by a board
> certified GI.

As usual, nothing but talk and spelling corrections from the medical "profession".

Tell me Anon Dick, if you had acute chronic constipation for 40 years, and tried everything, endured countless digital and mechanical probings not to mention the apathy and arrogance of ano-recto practioners, how would you react?

Talk is easy, but my Schphinkter is on the line.

I agree with BEH, although it's good to see anon dick focus his anger somewhere else.

I'm tired of these pipe busting shits. The snide nasty looks, comments, and then paying to get insulted and sodomized in stirrups. It's frustrating.

Gordo, you really do have some mean people you work with. I'm trying to think of a good way to get back at them.

I agree with BEH, although it's good to see anon dick focus his anger somewhere else.

I'm tired of these pipe busting shits. The snide nasty looks, comments, and then paying to get insulted and sodomized in stirrups. It's frustrating.

Gordo, you really do have some mean people you work with. I'm trying to think of a good way to get back at them.

Amazing the smells from the grill at Logans.

Those sizzling steaks, the braised salmon, and char marked chicken are hard to resist.

I bet you want those fluffy rolls, dipped in butter that literally melt in your mouth. Or those sweet potatoes. They look so marvelous with that bright orange hue.

Unfortunately they can result in temporary delight to torture beyond words.

Turds, bowel busters, and mushroom clouds of feces. Tread carefully if 35 and up.

OK. That was worse than John Travolta and Olivia Newton John in Grease. Their loud singing had nothing on that.

I was watching Pat Collins deliver the news, with a bowl of chips on my stomach, when a sinister urge to defecate came over my entire soul.

That sandbag couldn't just glide out. Instead it was in painful spurts. Even the midwives looked nervous, as they put in an IV, epidural, and oxygen mask on.

My bathroom could best be described as a smelly foxhole from WWI. You would think the Germans were engaging in biological warfare.

My starfish is going to need rest.

Triple whopper and a large onion ring. Nobody's bowels want that. Thats what they gettin though.

Asssman Wrote:
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> Triple whopper and a large onion ring. Nobody's
> bowels want that. Thats what they gettin though.


You are what you eat. The stupidity of such write ups, is proof of societies mores.

Think I could get paperwork for a purple heart anon dick?

Has anyone here had their starfish stitched?

Brown Onion Wrote:
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> Think I could get paperwork for a purple heart
> anon dick?


A balanced diet plus exercise, could greatly improve your health.

I don't like being abused at work. People in Slovakia were nicer about health problems. I work. Pay taxes. Yet poopy pants signs at my desk window.

Nutrition, if only that easy. Do you think I'd be doing that, if I could prevent screams in the night, midwives and crash carts flying in the direction of my bathroom?

Gordo, I wish someone could find a job for you, where assholes don't ream you because of yours :)

Nutrition, if only that easy. Do you think I'd be doing that, if I could prevent screams in the night, midwives and crash carts flying in the direction of my bathroom?

Gordo, I wish someone could find a job for you, where assholes don't ream you because of yours :)

This was an exceptionally good movement. Note the different colored layers. Proud to have given birth to this isis piece of shit. I did flush twice as it is a long way to dadbag.

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Thats a nice elimination. Smooth as silk, must have been like extracting a fluffy cloud.

Maybe, just maybe I'll be able to share righteous stool photos, with you soon.

I'm trying to get my estranged Ano Recto specialist to prescribe me some of this http://www.linzess.com

I sit here in awe with my tapioca pudding and reading glasses.

That's certainly a borderline #3/#4 #2. Quite a nice one, and one that my bowels don't get to experience. I live vicariously through your bowels, and will finish supper in awe.

I'm pulling for you friend. Hopefully everything works out for you. Nothing worse for as man than not pooing right.

Nip

BEH Wrote:
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> Thats a nice elimination. Smooth as silk, must
> have been like extracting a fluffy cloud.
>
> Maybe, just maybe I'll be able to share righteous
> stool photos, with you soon.
>
> I'm trying to get my estranged Ano Recto
> specialist to prescribe me some of this
> http://www.linzess.com


User name BEH,

While your write up does include your normally coarse diatribes, and pictures in write ups as above are far from mature, I'm glad to see you visiting a GI.

I cannot comment professionally on this or other prescriptions, but those with discomfort should seek medical intervention.

My grandpa told me "Eat prunes boy!!!"
Good advice.

http://www.healwithfood.org/health-benefits/prunes.php

Prunes are good for you, but aren't the "end all" solution. People should consume them, but for those of us with bowels from the island of misfit rectums, that is a mere blip unfortunately.

It amazes me the arrogance of anon dick. Yes, I want to so get "cured" by having a grown man with a hairy palm firmly entrenched in your rear end. Paying a co pay to have a man grapple my bowels, while discussing the Redskins chances, it's just not cutting the mustard.

Prunes are good for you, but aren't the "end all" solution. People should consume them, but for those of us with bowels from the island of misfit rectums, that is a mere blip unfortunately.

It amazes me the arrogance of anon dick. Yes, I want to so get "cured" by having a grown man with a hairy palm firmly entrenched in your rear end. Paying a co pay to have a man grapple my bowels, while discussing the Redskins chances, it's just not cutting the mustard.

Prunes are good for you, but aren't the "end all" solution. People should consume them, but for those of us with bowels from the island of misfit rectums, that is a mere blip unfortunately.

It amazes me the arrogance of anon dick. Yes, I want to so get "cured" by having a grown man with a hairy palm firmly entrenched in your rear end. Paying a co pay to have a man grapple my bowels, while discussing the Redskins chances, it's just not cutting the mustard.

Bet that cheeseburger, with melted cheddar has your attention.

I'm sure you want that gourmet cup of coffee, with that embellished whipped cream topping.

You know that bagel with cream cheese looks quite delicious.

I'm sure that fried chicken with the spices on top, makes your belly waver.

Yet hold that thought. Breathe. Remember your bowels, and the payment they'll experience for your bad choices.

Screaming, bleeding, and sweating are in the realm of possibilities.

Prunes and other food products with fiber are a must.

The only thing is caution. Sucrose or fruit based sugars in limited amounts.

Later on I will post a chart. Also I recommend all efforts by the first lady. Let's move those bowels via nutrition and exercise.

I'll be interested to see your chart, Nutritionist. Although I don't suffer as some of the posters here, I'm interested in how my current diet compares to your recommended one; and where I can improve.

Hey Deadly,

First off, how are your bowels?

I have a bad feeling nutrition is trying to divide and conquer the brown.

Brown Onion Wrote:
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> Bet that cheeseburger, with melted cheddar has
> your attention.
>
> I'm sure you want that gourmet cup of coffee, with
> that embellished whipped cream topping.
>
> You know that bagel with cream cheese looks quite
> delicious.
>
> I'm sure that fried chicken with the spices on
> top, makes your belly waver.
>
> Yet hold that thought. Breathe. Remember your
> bowels, and the payment they'll experience for
> your bad choices.
>
> Screaming, bleeding, and sweating are in the realm
> of possibilities.


My bowels are in order right now but I have a hankering for a six pack of taco bell hard tacos and a large diet pepsi. If work is canceled because of snow tomorrow I will have to treat myself to the bell!

Don't do it Sliced.

More later I need to recover.

sliced onion Wrote:
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> Brown Onion Wrote:
> --------------------------------------------------
> -----
> > Bet that cheeseburger, with melted cheddar has
> > your attention.
> >
> > I'm sure you want that gourmet cup of coffee,
> with
> > that embellished whipped cream topping.
> >
> > You know that bagel with cream cheese looks
> quite
> > delicious.
> >
> > I'm sure that fried chicken with the spices on
> > top, makes your belly waver.
> >
> > Yet hold that thought. Breathe. Remember your
> > bowels, and the payment they'll experience for
> > your bad choices.
> >
> > Screaming, bleeding, and sweating are in the
> realm
> > of possibilities.
>
>
> My bowels are in order right now but I have a
> hankering for a six pack of taco bell hard tacos
> and a large diet pepsi. If work is canceled
> because of snow tomorrow I will have to treat
> myself to the bell!


User name Sliced, I think you would be better served by visiting a GI.

Bowel? Who uses this word? Lol!!!

If sodomy is still illegal in Virginia, how can anon dick and fellow "anal doctors" get a license?

Don't listen to him Sliced, but I'd have to say the idea of that meal, that makes what's left of my starfish scream.

I hope you won't. Now to continue repairs.

Brown Onion Wrote:
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> If sodomy is still illegal in Virginia, how can
> anon dick and fellow "anal doctors" get a license?
>
>
> Don't listen to him Sliced, but I'd have to say
> the idea of that meal, that makes what's left of
> my starfish scream.
>
> I hope you won't. Now to continue repairs.


I got to stay home today and do a couple hours of teleworking. I decided to forget about taco bell. I just put a whole chicken in the oven so in a few hours I will enjoy some roasted chicken and rice, maybe some canned green beans on the side. Maybe not the most bowel friendly meal in the world but much better than a six pack of tacos. Those tacos probably would have caused me to use the porta potty in the back of my van at work tomorrow.
Thanks for the advice BO and even anon doc although as I said before I got no help from doctors regarding my condition years ago.

I found this nice little poem on the web and I would like to share it with everyone if thats okay.

Author: StinkerThinker


Sitting around my ass is so sore,

Because my poop came thru like a barreling wild boar.

I do not know what has caused its girth,

Must be comparable to my wife's child birth.

To say it was wide is grossly undersaid,

It had the diameter of a king size bed.

I tried to flush it down but it got stuck,

Around it spun like a fluttering duck.

Half a roll of tp was needed right there,

This half floating log was smelt like burnt hair.

So my tale comes to an end,

Good luck to your butthole

as you make a new friend

That is such a nice poem. Is it by Robert Brown on Shel Shitverstein?

I'm glad your bowels will enjoy a more friendly food offering. You don't want to turn your ass into that tantooine pit, that almost ate Lando Calrissean. Roasted chicken and vegetables is better.

Last night my starfish looked like a perch trying to eat a muskellunge. I'm glad the rug rats were away, as Uncle Bloom screamed as if in the middle of a crime scene. They are a pain, but I don't want them to need psychiatrists or visiting people like anon dick.

Anon Doc is Mr. Misery

Brown Onion Wrote:
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> That is such a nice poem. Is it by Robert Brown on
> Shel Shitverstein?
>
> I'm glad your bowels will enjoy a more friendly
> food offering. You don't want to turn your ass
> into that tantooine pit, that almost ate Lando
> Calrissean. Roasted chicken and vegetables is
> better.
>
> Last night my starfish looked like a perch trying
> to eat a muskellunge. I'm glad the rug rats were
> away, as Uncle Bloom screamed as if in the middle
> of a crime scene. They are a pain, but I don't
> want them to need psychiatrists or visiting people
> like anon dick.


Godspeed my friend.

You too Sliced, and may your bowels have the sun at their back.

The people brave enough to be out in the snow today, please have fun, but try to avoid bowel irritating food. Even those without IBS might have "cold crack"

Stuck at home with chili, cheese, and hot chocolate?

That might not be a good choice.

While little Bobby or Susie Q can probably divulge these with ease, a parents acid reflux and bowel problems won't make for a night of family board games.

As your kids or grandchildren are passing "go" for $200, you'll be going to the groan throne, or purgatory of poop.

Your screaming, yelling, and teeth mashing won't be appreciated. Instead you'll be the nights killjoy.

I hope Harrison Fords starfish, doesn't look like that of Liberace after that plane crash.

The pucker factor, wow.

Let's say my rear is sending signals.

Okay, I've come out of anesthesia, and am recovering in my bedroom. The sanitation and environmental teams are clearing up my bathroom that looks and smells like a war zone.

Thankfully my rectum appears to be my rectum. The midwives monitoring my oxygen and pulse levels earn every cent.

Now to sleep and wait for my sister Matilda to visit.

And so it begins. Just as soon as I evacuate my bowels, my sister decides to inform me via her cellular phone, that's she is eating at Five Guys Burgers.

I cannot fathom a worse choice. Guess it's time to call back the midwives.

One of my science teachers shifts a lot. He also calls out a lot. Lots of cool having a sub but could he have ass issues?

I am home but disappointed.

My window and chair have car cent mirror hangers on them.

I want to be respected for my work

Brown Onion Wrote:
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> Hey Deadly,
>
> First off, how are your bowels?
>
> I have a bad feeling nutrition is trying to divide
> and conquer the brown.

Doing ok BO, which is pretty typical for me. I think we should give him a chance to provide some info, and each of us take from it what we will. Might have a touch of insight!

Stuart Stuart, shifting could be a lot of conditions. It might be a nervous habit, teaching technique, or perhaps a quirk. Yet it could also be perhaps a sign of a health condition, one of which could be bad bowels. Or something else completely.

Gordo, if you worked where BEH and others did, I think you'd find a bowel friendly spot. I'm sorry but as a retired man, much time is now devoted to Golf Digest whilst on the groan throne. If anyone can think of something for our friend, brother in bowel Gordo, please speak up.

As for Deadly, I sense an ulterior motive. IBS cannot be cured by apples and oranges. Yet nutritionist can bring up what seems to make sense.

Now not to light a match, as Matilda is on the throne stinking up the house. Hoping no calls for decomposing bodies go out but time will tell.

related videos

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_7ZyRB3-X7A

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=l9CKLQPFQ_g

Interesting videos. It shows a lot of what our poor friend Gordo goes through, and both animals and people whose bowels betray them.

What's most impressive is the midwife in the second one. Truly a raise is needed.

To anyone reading these obnoxious write ups, don't consider them true, nor based on scientific data.

BO, I am headed down to Fredericksburg soon to meet some friends to go car shopping. They want to have Lunch at Steak and shake. I have been looking at the menu on line and the only bowel friendly food I see is a grilled cheese sandwich and maybe a side salad with no dressing. Could you look at the menu and let me know what you think BO? If I don't hear from you I guess Ill stick with grilled cheese. Thanks.

http://www.steaknshake.com/menu/

Sliced,

Good Heavens don't do it. Whether traveling such a distance, plenty of dealerships in NOVA.

That menu is the antithesis of bowel friendly.

Steer clear Sliced.

Brown Onion Wrote:
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> Sliced,
>
> Good Heavens don't do it. Whether traveling such a
> distance, plenty of dealerships in NOVA.
>
> That menu is the antithesis of bowel friendly.
>
> Steer clear Sliced.


You are right BO. My friends daughter has already test driven a 09 carrola that she likes very much. We are going to steak and shake in a few. I will just order a side salad and diet coke. After lunch we are going back to the dealer to make an offer on that car. I pray I can make it back home before the rumble in my gut begins.

Carbonated beverages should be avoided. Diet and regular Coke, there's no difference for IBS.

I am glad that you have made a sensible food choice. Leafy greens, with some vegetables are good. Just go easy on dressings, cheeses, etc.

User name nutritionist,

While your suggestions are nice, it would be better to stick to your profession as it were, and allow these folks to see what can help them.

A GI and psychiatrist, doctors orders.

Sliced, that's kind of you, despite bowel problems to step up. I hope your friends daughter, finds a good vehicle but also gives your bowels credit. You go with good intentions, and I hope your bowels didn't betray you.

As for these two medical idiots, they make a lovely couple. Between egos and false claims. Now to check on Matilda, who sounds like a gorilla mating in my bathroom.

User name Brown Onion,

Your immature convoluted write ups, if only you actually cared for and about people who have a an IBS diagnosis. Instead you rant about it, instead of being productive.

As for the other persons qualifications, they are certainly less than medical school from an Ivy League University.

Brown Onion Wrote:
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> Sliced, that's kind of you, despite bowel problems
> to step up. I hope your friends daughter, finds a
> good vehicle but also gives your bowels credit.
> You go with good intentions, and I hope your
> bowels didn't betray you.
>
> As for these two medical idiots, they make a
> lovely couple. Between egos and false claims. Now
> to check on Matilda, who sounds like a gorilla
> mating in my bathroom.


Are diet sodas really bad for the bowels BO?
I drink at least a case of diet pepsi in 12 oz cans a week, that is the first thing I grab when I wake up every day and I pack 3 cans in my lunch cooler to take to work every day. I will drink diet coke but I prefer diet pepsi.

Oh and BTW, I made it back from Fredericksburg just fine yesterday. Thanks!
I am thinking about going to Wegmans after church and picking up a nice tuna steak to cook out on the grill this afternoon. Tuna with steamed broccoli and some couscous. Do you think that will make it through my system okay?

Hey sliced,

I'm sorry. Matildas bowels caused her to be in the hospital. I'll visit there anduring respond brother in bowel.

The tuna as long as well cooked and the broccoli, should have been handled by your bowels with ease. Whatever you do, say no to raw fish. BEH if you see this, I'd like your insight in the raw fish, and what it does to an IBS pipe system.

I am glad your bowels held up in Fredericksburg. No I'm not going to answer anon dicks bitching.

The past few days Matilda had a bowel blockage. The nurses have been nice, other than using medical terms "empty your bladder before this test" a million times.

The doctors are always assholes. I feel both of us are in the brig for treason. The docs demeanor is either harsh, or if he wants to be anywhere but where he is.

Raw fish? For me, its an anal nightmare, but your mileage may vary.

Speaking of Schphinkters, mine is in a funk.

I am very eager to try the new anti-constipation drug,http://www.linzess.com.

I contacted my Ano Recto specialist after swearing off from his shoddy treatment of my condition. But how else can I get my hands on this wonder drug?

He agrees to prescibe me some of this, but only after a full rectal.

That includes the digital exam, analysys of stool samples, a Schphintal biopsy, and a very invasive scoping, so intense I must be put under
anesthesia.

I've had this procedure before, and this time was no different.

Feeling as if I'd been skewered like a shish kabob, I awoke with soreness and a rectum full of vaseline. No memory of what happened, but as is usual after these particular exams, my doctor is in a rare jovial mood, very relaxed and smoking a cigarette.


To me, its worth it if the drug works. From what I hear, its sounds promising.

I'm already dreaming of a carefree Sunday morning dump, complete with the funny papers on the bowl,, and a long look at a long , wide fluffy elimination.

You take it for granted, to me it would be better than winning the lottery.


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BEH, I wish you and your bowels luck. It's my wish that you don't get sodomized again, and this prescription helps. Please keep us informed, because Matilda's obstruction has been clear. She is staying overnight, this time for observation, and my hope is with no to minimal probing.

I appreciate your insights on raw fish. I cannot process it will, it really does produce basketballs.

Here's to the brown brigade getting through together tonight, as it's all of us versus the groan throne.

BO, My bowels are in great shape. Thank you so much!!
Best of luck to you and yours!

Sliced I'm glad to hear your bowels are great.

Matilda is about to be discharged, and then I'll be discharging something.

I happen to be a fellow physician, and don't like your demeanor on here. Words typed are harsher than the spoken ones, but I hope your bedside manners are better.

Nutritionist Wrote:
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> I happen to be a fellow physician, and don't like
> your demeanor on here. Words typed are harsher
> than the spoken ones, but I hope your bedside
> manners are better.

Anon Doc is pretty typical of the physicians we encounter.

20 years I've been seeking relief, all I've gotten is thumbs, greasy flashlights and a lot of attitude.

Nutritionist, you mentioned in an earlier post about a diet plan for the suffers on this thread. When you get a chance, please post.

Okay Matilda has been resting at my house. Now to describe my visit to the "doctor" today.

I walk in, and sit in a waiting room, that feels like it's part of a warehouse/industrial district.

Magazines from 2009 and 2010 are on the Salvation Army tables.

I sign in to a frumpy woman, who's not smiled ever. There are a couple of patients who are sweating profusely.

A nurse opens the dreaded door, yelling out my name like that lady from Austin Powers. I believe she is Dr. Evils wife in that movie.

It would be better to have the DMV system. Now calling M6459 for anal prodding.

As usual I'm told to get down to my undergarments. The nurse checks my temperature and blood pressure, but doesn't even look. The janitor mopping floors gives me an evil look, that seems to be a Central American way of non verbally calling me a low life.

After an hour wait, the doctor shows up by slamming the door, and I'm apprehensive as he's got a bulge in the front of his pants, brown and red stains on his white jacket.

As usual he just scribbles on his notepad. The same questions every time. Then as usual his beefy fingers in my ass, as he describes his excitement about the Redskins.

He reminds me of the sadistic mountain man, who played in a movie called Deliverance when I was in high school. I think the guy who squealed like a pig got a more thorough examination, and much more care.

If I shit out a class ring tonight I'm keeping ot.

Okay Matilda has been resting at my house. Now to describe my visit to the "doctor" today.

I walk in, and sit in a waiting room, that feels like it's part of a warehouse/industrial district.

Magazines from 2009 and 2010 are on the Salvation Army tables.

I sign in to a frumpy woman, who's not smiled ever. There are a couple of patients who are sweating profusely.

A nurse opens the dreaded door, yelling out my name like that lady from Austin Powers. I believe she is Dr. Evils wife in that movie.

It would be better to have the DMV system. Now calling M6459 for anal prodding.

As usual I'm told to get down to my undergarments. The nurse checks my temperature and blood pressure, but doesn't even look. The janitor mopping floors gives me an evil look, that seems to be a Central American way of non verbally calling me a low life.

After an hour wait, the doctor shows up by slamming the door, and I'm apprehensive as he's got a bulge in the front of his pants, brown and red stains on his white jacket.

As usual he just scribbles on his notepad. The same questions every time. Then as usual his beefy fingers in my ass, as he describes his excitement about the Redskins.

He reminds me of the sadistic mountain man, who played in a movie called Deliverance when I was in high school. I think the guy who squealed like a pig got a more thorough examination, and much more care.

If I shit out a class ring tonight I'm keeping ot.

Okay Matilda has been resting at my house. Now to describe my visit to the "doctor" today.

I walk in, and sit in a waiting room, that feels like it's part of a warehouse/industrial district.

Magazines from 2009 and 2010 are on the Salvation Army tables.

I sign in to a frumpy woman, who's not smiled ever. There are a couple of patients who are sweating profusely.

A nurse opens the dreaded door, yelling out my name like that lady from Austin Powers. I believe she is Dr. Evils wife in that movie.

It would be better to have the DMV system. Now calling M6459 for anal prodding.

As usual I'm told to get down to my undergarments. The nurse checks my temperature and blood pressure, but doesn't even look. The janitor mopping floors gives me an evil look, that seems to be a Central American way of non verbally calling me a low life.

After an hour wait, the doctor shows up by slamming the door, and I'm apprehensive as he's got a bulge in the front of his pants, brown and red stains on his white jacket.

As usual he just scribbles on his notepad. The same questions every time. Then as usual his beefy fingers in my ass, as he describes his excitement about the Redskins.

He reminds me of the sadistic mountain man, who played in a movie called Deliverance when I was in high school. I think the guy who squealed like a pig got a more thorough examination, and much more care.

If I shit out a class ring tonight I'm keeping ot.

Okay Matilda has been resting at my house. Now to describe my visit to the "doctor" today.

I walk in, and sit in a waiting room, that feels like it's part of a warehouse/industrial district.

Magazines from 2009 and 2010 are on the Salvation Army tables.

I sign in to a frumpy woman, who's not smiled ever. There are a couple of patients who are sweating profusely.

A nurse opens the dreaded door, yelling out my name like that lady from Austin Powers. I believe she is Dr. Evils wife in that movie.

It would be better to have the DMV system. Now calling M6459 for anal prodding.

As usual I'm told to get down to my undergarments. The nurse checks my temperature and blood pressure, but doesn't even look. The janitor mopping floors gives me an evil look, that seems to be a Central American way of non verbally calling me a low life.

After an hour wait, the doctor shows up by slamming the door, and I'm apprehensive as he's got a bulge in the front of his pants, brown and red stains on his white jacket.

As usual he just scribbles on his notepad. The same questions every time. Then as usual his beefy fingers in my ass, as he describes his excitement about the Redskins.

He reminds me of the sadistic mountain man, who played in a movie called Deliverance when I was in high school. I think the guy who squealed like a pig got a more thorough examination, and much more care.

If I shit out a class ring tonight I'm keeping ot.

Okay Matilda has been resting at my house. Now to describe my visit to the "doctor" today.

I walk in, and sit in a waiting room, that feels like it's part of a warehouse/industrial district.

Magazines from 2009 and 2010 are on the Salvation Army tables.

I sign in to a frumpy woman, who's not smiled ever. There are a couple of patients who are sweating profusely.

A nurse opens the dreaded door, yelling out my name like that lady from Austin Powers. I believe she is Dr. Evils wife in that movie.

It would be better to have the DMV system. Now calling M6459 for anal prodding.

As usual I'm told to get down to my undergarments. The nurse checks my temperature and blood pressure, but doesn't even look. The janitor mopping floors gives me an evil look, that seems to be a Central American way of non verbally calling me a low life.

After an hour wait, the doctor shows up by slamming the door, and I'm apprehensive as he's got a bulge in the front of his pants, brown and red stains on his white jacket.

As usual he just scribbles on his notepad. The same questions every time. Then as usual his beefy fingers in my ass, as he describes his excitement about the Redskins.

He reminds me of the sadistic mountain man, who played in a movie called Deliverance when I was in high school. I think the guy who squealed like a pig got a more thorough examination, and much more care.

If I shit out a class ring tonight I'm keeping ot.

User name Brown Onion,

Your write ups never cease to amaze me. While I probably should not give your immature behavior the attention it deserves, did you provide care for multiple patients for fourteen hours today without a break?

It's okay to change doctors if their personality isn't to your liking, but your mockery of the GI field, ultimately hurts others with IBS, Crohns, Ulcerative Colitis, etc. these write ups are far from the truth, and you are dissuading people from getting colon cancer checks and such.

Please think before you type. Thanks.

Yes anon dick, being paid to be a sodomizer, how's that going for you? Is your favorite book 50 Shades of Brown?

You are an asshole. Probably this is why you are an ass "doctor." Your savagery of so many bowels, have you no shame?

When you walk in the Bon Chon, I bet that chicken smells delicious.

Your taste buds go into overdrive, as you crave that, along with the Cold Stone Creamery waffle cone.

This is a danger zone. Please keep your bowels intact. More later as I have to drop, what feels like a spiny fish through my hole.

No GI office I've been to is friendly. A cell block with a cot and communal toilet is far more inviting.

Anal docs do this on purpose. Out of their Sigmund Freud minds, it's all abut intimidating you with their sick domineering personalities.

In many ways it's Hitler or Pol Pot like.

Khmer Rouge has nothing on the doctors office. It's cruel, cold, and I have to pay to get sodomized, thus making my IBS worse.

The only satisfaction I get, is knowing the doctor isn't popular at cocktail parties. He's a stinker.

I'm tired of being abused. Just want to work. Dead flies poopy pants signs enough.