What is IBS?
Irritable bowel syndrome is understood as a multi-faceted disorder. In people with IBS, symptoms result from what appears to be a disturbance in the interaction between the gut or intestines, the brain, and the autonomic nervous system that alters regulation of bowel motility (motor function) or sensory function. (ascherly hor, it means in-laws la, thanks to Samm for the term)
Pillow notes : Sorry folks, I have not been responding to the comments these few days ‘cos I find it tough to sincerely reply each one. Usually, I reply each one like I am smiling and talking to you but I just am not in the mood. I hate being fakey and 🙂 🙂 🙂 to each and every one of them. I know it takes effort on our part to drop comments, so I really appreciate them ya! I am on a one-way mind blabbering these few days.
IBS # 1 : Drops in early morning when I was snoring away. Her daughter comes to my house twice weekly doing house-cleaning so she comes to meet up. But still, I feel bad that my butt is in the air WHENEVER she peeks in.
IBS #2 : Never come ‘cos hey, I am a Christian! (ok, that’s another issue)
IBS #3 : Comes with no warning. Her favourite question : Hey, didn’t M (my part-time housekeeper) come yet? Her meaning : Your home is so messy, it is like a pig-sty.
IBS #4 : Also comes with no warning. Just did yesterday. Tiu, I wanted to leave her at the door, locked of course, while I find the Income Tax form. (her lou kong mya tax evasion form lah) But tiu, my darling atm wanted to talk to his sister on our house phone, duh, and I gotta let the spy in. Same question : Horr….M did not come today si boh? The way it was said is like she comforts me over a dead parrot or something.
Blardy hell. Want to say my house messy, mah say “Wuah…your house so messy lor.” No need to beat around the bush wan. I very rebellious wan, people keep neat house, I like mine messy, cannot meh? After all, you try living with four kids and see how long your house can stay neat? KNNMCB.
At least my own sisters won’t do that ‘cos hey, they are my elder sisters so if I am messy, it means they never teach me how to clean house properly when I was small lor. Correct anot?
Duh! I always freaked out whenever the door bell rings and some sweet, big bad wolf voice calling my toddler’s name. Yikes, no bra, no comb hair, no sweep floor yet, how to let them in? *must make mental note to bring back those ‘Please do not disturb‘ sign and hang at my front door* Plus hang a big-big cross at the door.
Now you know, don’t ring my bell!