For over a decade by now, I’ve suffered from a very uncomfortable and embarrassing gastrointestinal condition that, for the longest time, I simply wrote off as a symptom of Cystic Fibrosis.

Ever since I first discovered the red rocks in the Valley, I always pondered their purpose of being there.

Unlike over the weekend, I was alone in the Valley this morning.

This past week, I had to return to National Jewish hospital to undergo SIBO (AKA gut bacteria overgrowth) testing, in hopes that it was what’s been giving me so much trouble for the better part of a decade.

Last night, I tossed and turned in my sleep, worrying about today’s doctor’s appointment.