No matter how far we drive, fly or cruise, our IBD pulls up a seat at the table where next we dine. Discomfort aside, we also have to find a rest room. Which can be a tall order when on vacation. And that has made all the difference. Still, the best laid plans can go astray.
Long drives are tedious.
Which is why we all stop at ridiculous sites of diversion and why we load up on food that we would never in a million years eat at home. Which then leaves us facing a truck stop facility that hasn't been serviced since Big Ben called Rubber Duck to set up a mighty convoy. Common sense goes a long way, but it's also important to pack a sense of humor when you travel. The best laid plans do go astray and you have to be willing to shrug things off and continue with a smile. I know a lot of folks with IBD have decided that traveling is just too difficult and not worth the trouble.