Have been working my tail off, trying to get over a stomach bug. However, it wasn’t a bug. Dr realized that it was just another gift IBS gives, and that there still isn’t a cure. Then through trial and error, I realized that meat gives my internal dimensions screaming fits.
I miss ham, I miss steak (Not that I ate it much) I miss fried chicken, and pulled port, and all the yummies.
Nothing we can do about that.