This may have been of the most traumatic experiences I've had to go
through being an emet, haha, not traumatic to people without the fear
but I just wanted to share if with you all.



Throughout about half of the summer I was very sick. I had a toxin in
my colon, a parasite in my bowels, hand foot and mouth disease, and c.
difficile. I had to go through 6 weeks of very painful d* and non-stop
nausea. I lived on water, gingerale, bread and applesauve, (not to
mention gravol lol). I had to go through four doctors and 2 specialists
before they could give me antibiotics and i was on the mend.

It was not only very stressful on my body, I was at 90lbs before I
could get better, I was so pale because I was inside all the time and
it took me weeks to get my strength back up. But I eventually got
better, and I look back at it now and ALL the close calls i had to v*,
waking up in the morning leaning out my window because i felt like i
was going to v* and just praying that it would be over with, so many
episodes.

Another time was when my sister came home from work and she said she
had the flu, her first response to me when i asked what was wrong was
"i have the flu, yes i have v* and i probably will again". I went into
a state of panic, called my dad and asked him to come pick me up. Then
she admitted to me that she had taken the morning after pill and was
experiencing side effects. I called my mom and told her, then my mom
told me that we had to go to the hospital because she could be
experiencing dangerous side affects that could be life threatening. It
turned out she didn't and I got over it.

The third, and worst of them all is when my mom went on a full day hike
without taking any water and ending up severley dehydrated. I woke up
in the morning to my mom lying on the bathroom floor, very sick. I had
to be so brave because I knew i couldn't leave my mom when she was this
sick. (she could barely talk). She went to her doctor and her doctor
said she had a kidney infection due to extreme dehydration. my
mom came home and i had to give her water and ice. My mom went slept
for a while before I calmed down, made myself some dinner and decided
to do some laundry. I remember walking out my back door when I heard
her screaming at me. I ran to my mom to see what was wrong and heard
her v*, she had sat up in bed and was v* on the floor, all over her bed
covers, she just looked so helpless and vulnerable i didn't know what
to do so i said through the door that i was calling an ambulance. I
couldn't even go in the room, this awful fear was holding me back. I
called the ambulance and they came and I accompanied my mom to the
hospital where the nurse told us that it was the flu. This is where i
panicked, and didn't touch anything, i just froze. I was so mad, mad at
my mom, mad at myself for allowing my to get close to her risking me
catching the flu, mad at everything. My mom spent most of the night in
the hospital being rehydrated by iv and she came hom eventually (it
wasn't the flu, it was dehydration).

So, there isn't really a moral to these stories except I got over them.
they passed, i moved on. Hopefully eventually I can move on from this
fear too.