On Waiting {with IBS}

Okay, I'm gonna join Gypsy Mama with her writing prompt: "on waiting." GO

Waiting. I hate waiting. Now I won't say I was a totally patient person before the IBS, I but think I took some smaller annoyances in stride. {In contrast to my dad who is super crazy Most Impatient Person Ever, whom I do not want to be like.} But now waiting, particularly in line, is so hard for me. You can kind of get an idea of what I'm talking about from those bladder control commercials. A lady in a long line at the airport--she has to run to the bathroom and comes back to an even longer line. Exactly!

I went to Supercuts today. Haircuts are extrememly IBS-stressful for me {what if I have to go to the bathroom during the haircut--the horrors! Yeah, ain't anxiety grand?} and I had to wait through several other people getting haircuts, never really knowing when I'd be next (because some people had reservations for 11:00). So while I'd love to be cool and enjoy my alone time (and I did get to peruse the Oscar dresses issue of People magazine), there's just a lot of stress and impatience.

But the worst is the airport. Because you have a place to be, you don't want to lose your place in line. The San

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I was going to tell you about the San Diego airport, Southwest Airlines terminal, where there's only a tiny bathroom inside the secure area--so I've sometimes had to leave the secure area to use the larger ladies room and then get back into the security line. Not really possible post-9/11. And arriving passengers don't often know that there's a larger bathroom if they just keep walking, so they make this huge line and departing passengers like myself are stuck.

So there are my genius thoughts on waiting. For more {and better} thoughts head to Gypsy Mama.