Post Edited (flowery) : 12/24/2009 12:46:53 AM (GMT-7)
God love my husband. He sits in the bathroom with me when I'm doubled over in pain. He cleans up after me when I pass out from the explosive diahrrea hits. But when I say I can't eat salad because it's coming out of me like a salad shooter ... he challenges me and says I don't know what I'm talking about. Coworkers keep complimenting me on how "good" I look these days 'cause of the weight loss. They don't see the dozen trips to the bathroom everyday. I think we ALL don't understand other peoples illnesses. I don't know how you "fix" it. Accept the sweets ... and bring them into the office and hope co-workers will enjoy them? Throw them out? I don't know. Hugs ...
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