someone buy me a couple of yards of hosepipe, I'm going to throw these intestines out

Sitting at home feeling very sorry for myself. I have the IBS FROM HELL at the moment, and it's partly my fault. ( Some details, nothing too graphic, but cut to spare the sensitive. )

Supposed to be at college, but I think the combination of hardly any sleep and a really anti-social illness is a good enough excuse (honestly, this morning I couldn't bear the thought of having to sit in a room with other people who know me and try not to fart), and now I'm trying to get myself motivated to sort out the lessons I'm supposed to be teaching tomorrow, but I just want to curl up and cry. I'm probably depressed because of low light levels and because my guts are being evil, and also worry and guilt about family stress I'll write about elsewhere.

Need lots of *hugs* (from a safe distance).