After a massive IBS attack today I was left with the same thought that I always have.... why, why did it happen, why me?Early today as I sat at my laptop I got that all familiar grumble in my tummy, I wondered how long I would have before I would dive into what could only be described as IBS HELL. Sure enough 5minutes later I craddled my tummy and ran for the toilet, I was in AGONY. As I sat on the toilet in my own private misery I hoped it would be over soon. I did what I know to do... grabbed my teddy bear (Im 28 I know but who and what else is going to be there for me), I put a pillow and towel on the floor incase I passed out, placed a bucket beside be incase I vommited and took all my clothes off so I did get them messy. As I knew I would after 10minutes on the toilet of horrible, painful D I passed out and slid of the toilet onto the tiles.... thank god for the pillow and towel. I come to within seconds and call for help, but of course there is no one, there is never anyone. I decided to shame myself and call my mum at work "HELP ME MUM, HELP ME", ohh hunny is it your tummy again "yes mum it hurts so much". Mum talks to me until I start to feel better. In the mean time ive been back onto the toilet several times in severe pain.... certain something is trying to rip my tummy out.After 30minutes of this IBS HELL, I stand up, run a shower and clean up. Im exhausted from it all and cant barely stay awake, I know I need to go to sleep or I will faint again so I slip on my PJ's, cuddle my teddy and go back to sleep...... as I lye there i'm still thinking to myself...WHY, why did it happen, why meI dont think there will ever be an answer to this question... this is my life, this is my private hell..... and I hate it.