I can' t resist. There are just so many things that rhyme with poo and pants. Hope this lightens some spirits tonight!
Tomorrow is another day,
A formed BM I'll see I pray,
I will not poo inside my pants,
I will not do the "bathroom" dance,
I'll not resort to "buns of steel",
To keep me there behind the wheel,
I'll get to work on time you'll see,
No change of clothes for me, yipee!
I'll have no need to "poop and dash",
No desk drawer with an underwear stash,
No baby wipes inside my purse,
I've broken the evil squirtin' curse!
I'll run, I'll swim, I'll bike, I'll hike,
I'll eat up all the foods I like.
No tummy ache, no bloating, no!
No need to go and go an go,
I'll make it through the day, you'll see,
And feel just like the "good ol'" me!
My tummy: flat, my butt: not sore,
My GI tract purrs not roars,
Can this be? Is this a joke?
Oh wait, (yawn), I just awoke.
Dx UC 1979 at age 14 - (I know, some kind of record)
Was Mildly Chronic (flares every couple of years) until last 2 years now Chronically Acute
Can only get about a month symptom free between flares now
Asacol, Canasa, Rowasa, Cortifoam (on Sulfasalazine for 28 years previously also Pred)
GI Doc recently told me I have "lead pipe syndrome" which is advanced scarring of colon
No surgery - multiple colonoscopies reveal uc "from rectum to appendix"
My Best Friend is My Shih Tzu/My worst enemy is uc