In this episode, I offer a mix of 'meat and potatoes' (namely facts) with some autobiographical moments and vignettes from May 2002. Before my diagnosis, I had to depend upon myself and learn a little about the digestive tract. While trying to pinpoint the core of my suffering, playing Sherlock Holmes with my own body, I encounter numerous, hopeless doctors and a sporty naturopath. Unfortunately, all of them offer me little in the way of help and insight. It's a long haul, this fact-finding mission. Yet, I am not going to make it to my specialist appointment coming up in July. I am falling apart, barely getting through a day. My father has to step in and, with him, we confront our clueless family doctor.