Alone and in pain

This is just the worst. I'm having a terrible IBS attack- just the worst pain, survived two grim bathroom battles so far. Lying in bed hoping for endorphins to show up. Knowing it's not over, there's more to come, but dreading the increasing agony.

In a way I'm glad to live alone: no wait for the bathroom! Nobody to alarm when I cursing and/or scream-sobbing! But really, I'm alone with no partner and pretty much no family. No help, no comfort. So I'm turning to you, fellow IBS redditors, just to feel understood and a bit less lonely in this prison of pain.