If you’re looking for some sort of manual on the best IBS treatments, the sort of lifestyle you should be leading or which diet you should vehemently stick to, then this is not the blog for you. There is plenty of guidance out there for that particular brand of headache.
By its very nature, IBS is a messy condition, and my path towards managing it will undoubtedly be equally catastrophic. I’m no expert, nor do I pretend to be, but I do know how damn lonely and frustrating this condition can be. If like me, you are sick and tired of being told that this is an obstacle which you must accept, that some things are just out of your physical reach, then please read on.
Throughout our trip I’ll be reporting on the food situation in various destinations, the best places to eat and what it is like to travel when your body refuses to behave itself.
Disclaimer: I refuse to mince my words. Sometimes, our bodies do really gross things. All we can do is admit how very human that is, and try to maintain some sort of dignity when desperately searching for the nearest disabled toilet. IBS is literally shit, and so it is only right that these posts will, on occasion, talk about poo. Sorry.