In the summer of 2009, my body revolted. My slightly temperamental stomach became unable to handle anything. Crackers and toast gave me 3 hours worth of digestive pain. I didn’t want to eat, I had little desire to drink, I didn’t want to go out in public, and I couldn’t concentrate on anything except the pain in my stomach. Agoraphobia, claustrophobia, and anxiety reigned supreme for months. The doctor’s diagnosis? I.