I've only just discovered this website, and I'm extraordinarily thankful for it.

I'm fifteen, a sophomore in highschool, and justrealized a couple of years ago that I tend to have a worse reaction to it than everyone else when someone near me becomes violently ill. I also find my body fighting extremely hard against the urge to be sick when I don't feel well, and I haven't v*ed (I don't have a problem with the word itself, but apparently some do, and I'll respect that) in almost six years.

Unfortunately, this morning in my first hour class (art), one of the freshmen - a friend of mine, named Seth - got sick all over the floor across the room. Thankfully I didn't witness it, because I had my headphones on and I was concentrating on painting, but I didn't notice it until I walked to the sink to rinse out my brush, and by mere inches alone avoided stepping in it.

I started to panic andnearly passed out, which is another nasty habit of mine that's usually because of my hypoglycemia, and I had to go sit down because I was absolutely terrified. I felt stupid; no one else understood why I was reacting so badly. What's worse, we were cooped up in that classroom for fifteen more minutes with the obvious sight and smell, and despite the fact that it's abnormally warm for winter in Michigan, Mrs. Petersen refused to open the door and air out the room. They tossed a bit of paper towel casually over the mess, but it did little to nothing. I was shaky the entire day, and especially nauseous the next hour in Physics.

I wouldn't be so concerned about reactions like these, except that I'm planning to go into medicine. I want to be a nurse, and learning about abnormalities of the human body is a rather odd passion of mine. How can I work in the emergency room if I can't stand the sight of someone throwing up?

I don't know what to do, or if there's even anything I can do.

-Nikki