Since being diagnosed with IBS my senior year of college, I have switched doctors five times. First, there was the doctor that referred me to a GI doctor, then my GI doctor wanted a colonoscopy, but I was going on winter break, so then I saw a GI doctor in my hometown. Next thing I know, I moved to Richmond, VA for grad school, so guess what? A new GI doctor! I thought this one would last for the next four years, but then I got a nice letter announcing his retirement and his endorsement for his replacement.

If you are keeping tally, that is arguably five doctors I have endured in the course of fifteen months. Let me catch my breath.