So I know I've read a couple of threads on OT about people with IBS, but I dont know if it was here or in On-Topic. Mods, please move this if need be. I have IBS and I wanted to share what happened to me Friday morning. It was really f-ing scary... Background: I've had IBS for almost 10yrs. I get both constipation and diarehea so it pretty much sucks. In addition to the physical part, it's always been really tough for me to tell friends and SO's about this. I've just been embarassed to discuss what basically comes down to a "pooping problem". Recently I've gotten to the point that I HAVE to tell people b/c it comes down to a personal safety concern, as it did this time. My current bf knows that I have this problem, I explained all about what happends (the nausea, sweating, cramping, etc) and that its nothing contagious or anything, just lots of "pooping problems". He's cool with it, and always is supported if I need 'a little extra time'. Anyway, Friday morning. I've been "regular" for MONTHS now, but at around 4am this Friday morning I woke up with the WORST stomach cramps I've ever had. They were so bad they woke me up out of a dead sleep, if that tells you anything. I immedately went to the bathroom and sat down, b/c I knew my IBS was flaring up. I sat there for a while, as the cramps got worse and worse, but nothing happend. I started to feel nauseous, so I called for my bf to wake up and to go get the bucket b/c I thought I might throw up (even though my IBS has never actually made me puke, I always feel like I will). Sometime while he was running from the bedroom to the spare bathroom (where we keep the bucket) and back, I started having really bad cramps. I felt my body start to sweat and sweat, then the next thing I remember being REALLY confused and asking my bf where I was and crying b/c my head hurt really really badly. Apparently, I had passed out, smacked my head on the wall to the left of the toilet, then fallen off completely and hit my head on the floor. He found me passed out laying on the floor next to the toilet. He was freaked out, I was freaked out and in lots of pain, and I still was having an IBS flare up. We called my mom (who has IBS herself and is also a nurse) and she ordered me to the ER b/c she knew I might have a concussion. Since I knew I was still having a flare up, I told her I needed to wait till I was done. She agreed and said she'd start on her way to the ER closest to us (she lives about an hr away) and meet us there. So, I was woozy, sweaty, with 2 huge goose eggs on my head and still on the toilet. Being afraid I might pass out again, my bf sat in the bathroom with me the ENTIRE time. If you have IBS or know someone who does, you know this is no small feat. I was really amazed. He sat there and made sure I stayed where I was supposed to untill I was finished, then drove me to the ER. By this time it was around 5:30am. At the ER they gave me lots of fluids (I was super dehydrated) and did a CT scan to make sure I was OK, which I am, besides having a super bad headache and two nice bruises on my head. I got an Rx for some super-motrin and was sent on my way. So, for all of you out there with IBS: Be careful! Tell someone if you're having problems - I dont know what I wouldve done if my bf hadnt found me and woken me up and taken care of me. Even though its embarassing, it wouldve been worse to have to 1) explain what was going on in the moment or 2) go though this alone. For all those with friends/family with IBS: Thanks for all you guys who stick by your IBS-having friends/family. I couldnt have made it through this w/o my bf's support (and my mom's too!) and having someone who isnt grossed out and willing to help is awesome, I'msure your friends/family appreciate it. Ok, so theres my story. Sorry its so long, but I thought someone might get something out of it. I'm up for questions if anyone has any.