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Wow, does this sound familiar!
Way back in the late 90's, I was in my senior year of college, and I reached a breaking point. I couldn't sit in class without being terribley uncomfortable. I couldn't eat ANYTHING (especially fast food or BBQ) without getting sick (diarrhea or vomitting). My roommate took me to the ER after I left a Saturday class in tears one October. My doctor had done all kinds of tests, and nothing came up. I was only 21, so I refused a colonoscopy...but that's beside the point.
The ER doc told me that they couldn't find anything, but they wouldn't do an ultrasound because the insurance wouldn't pay for it. He told me to call my MD first thing on Monday and demand an ultrasound. I did, and I was in for one that morning. Since this is getting long, I'll shorten it. The ultrasound tech told me that he counted about ten gall stones in my gallbladder. I met with the surgeon that afternoon. I had surgery to remove my gallbladder that Thursday. I had 22 gall stones, and I have them right here in a jar! My symptoms were not typical, and I didn't fit the typical 'gall bladder disease profile'. I have had NO problems since.
I'm not saying that this is your problem. I've just learned to look at EVERYTHING. It is a hereditary problem, and after mine was found several family members discovered the same thing...much to their relief! Several of them had hastily been diagnosed with IBS as well. Just something to think about....
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