I have this uncanny ability to catch what is often reffered to as "Norwalk Virus" every year for the past 2 years. (Before then, I hadn't been sick for 11 years). However, last night was SOOO off.. I WAS PERFECTLY FINE!!! I had virtually zero anxiety for the first time in weeks, and has let my guard down I guess. Then around 11:30pm... I started getting sharp stomach pains, and I just laid there... I was hoping they would get better. I tried hopping into the bath tub to see if that would work. But itwas to no avail. Before I knew it, my stomach was doing flip flops and I got the cold sweat and tingly feeling... (like it wasn't bad enough that I was going to V*, I was getting a panick attack to ice the cake).
Soon it was over, and I lost the soup I had eatten earlier. I felt better afterwards, but decided that the worst part about V* is the pain leading up to it, and the not being able to breathe while doing it. That is was terrifies me, I'm so scared that I won't be able to stop "ralphing" in time to breathe. It happened last night, and it seems like just at the brink of passing out, finally you get to inhale and do it again. Terrible, terrible, terrible.
I hope today goes alright, I haven't eatten yet.. and am getting hungry, but still too scared to eat.