Hello every body, I just found out this "thing" I have has a name after I
saw the Dr.Phil show. I have been suffering with emet for 30 years ('m
about to turn 38). I am typically the true emet in the since that I can
count the times I have v* on one hand (2 times in 38 years). The second
time I'm not even sure if it counts, it was mostly dry heaves due to the
fact that I was nauseous and refused to eat, so the last time I v* was
about 30 years ago- now that's a stretch! (knock on wood!) Right now I
am terrified because my daughter goes to a mother's day out program
twice a week and there is rampant stomach virus going around. I am
trying to decide if I should keep her out for the entire month (it's
supposed to peak here in Feb.) or let her go (it is a small day care with
only 20-25 children). Every time she goes I wait in fear for a stomach
virus to rear it's ugly head. Last year was the first time I had to deal with
v*, she got a stomach virus in the middle of the night and my husband
was out of town. She was v* and crying and I was the only one here. As
soon as I ran in the room and realized what was happening. I felt my
heart literally surge out of my chest. It was beating so fast, I thought
surely I would have a heart attack. I had to touch her and pick her up. I
was so scared I can't even describe it, only my fellow emet's here could
ever understand. I was shaking so violently, I could barely hold her, not
to mention I had my eyes clamped shut. I made it out alive! But only for
her to get it again in 2 weeks and have to go all through it all over again.
This time my hubby and I both caught it. He v* all night long, and I
fought like I have never fought before. I was the sickest I have been in
many years. I literally paced the house for 8 hours in the night fighting
getting sick. I had the d*, but I never did v*, but oh I could of if I had not
fought so valiantly. This episode brought back my emet in full force.
I am tired of this ruling my life the way it does, but I have noticed from
reading other's post, it is not to the point of some here. I lead an
"almost" normal life with the exceptions of: carrying sanitizer absolutely
everywhere and everytime I touch a door, sink, etc. I get that baby out. I
only eat certain things at restaraunts, but I do eat regularly at restaraunts,
I do fly on planes, but I will NOT eat anything the day I fly and am always
afraid of someone getting sick on the plane. I would prefer not to fly.
There is not a day that does not go by that I do not think about v*. I can
say with absolute honesty that the day my 2 yr old caught the sv* was
worse for me than 12 hours of labor and an emergency c-section. I live
in fear, but I try to live my life as normally as I can. Anyway, I just wanted
to finally join after lurking for so long.
Lisa