The Following Summer

We are now several months in from when I first started  taking my probiotic.  I religiously took my probiotic morning and night because I was terrified of getting sick again.  I was doing so well over the last several months that I didn't want to go back.  I still did not understand what was or what could be wrong with me at all.  I had tried to track what ate with how I felt. It made no logical sense, but I knew that these probiotics were working so I was going to keep taking them!   However I did't know what lie ahead.  I remember working at the movie theater one Saturday, and we're getting ready to open and I had to rush to the bathroom again!  Panic instantly rushes through my head.  I am not ready to start this again.  I give it some chances to pass, paranoid that I may have to ditch a customer I was helping and run to the bathroom.  Thankfully when that did happen there was another employee was free and able to cover my line.  I finally was able to get some medicine in me and have it relax.   I went home that day my anxiety high and hoping to talk to my mom for some comforting words.  This stuff was so unpredictable and the pain was so intense that it has kind of turned me into a hypochondriac.   I went home and my mom said not to panic since it could just be something I ate or just your body going through stuff.  It happens and every one deals with it so I continued to try and live my life and not worrying about it.   After a couple more weeks, it hit me again. This time around it was not as frequent but it still happened too often for mine or anyone's own comfort.  We decided to try another stool test.  I  was hoping for good news, while I didn't want a ton of issues to surface, but I wanted to know what was wrong and what I was fighting. We even ran ultrasounds on my gallbladder to see if there was any issues.   Sadly the test came back negative.  The doctor said to let it ride for a bit longer and see if subsides.  I switched up my probiotics, and started feeling better again, but I still felt beat up emotionally over what is going on.   Two tests down, and nothing to be found. What the heck is going on?  I shortly started a second job as waitress once I got my confidence back and was feeling great...besides my headaches but that's a bit of a different story...