Hello,
I'm sorry for such a long post, but I hope somebody will read it, as I
am feeling pretty bad tonight and could use a little encouragement.
This morning, my fiancee woke up nauseous, and it wasn't long before
she was in the bathroom being sick. When she returned, we speculated
about what could have been the cause. At first, she posited that it
might have been food poisoning--we had made sandwiches for dinner the
night before (deli meat, like any other meat, is always suspect in my
mind) and, later, she had a pb&j sandwich with chips and a salsa
dip that might have overstayed its welcome. (Not to mention the fact
that she ate said sandwich and chips after applying a dose of Advantage
flea treatment on our cat and getting some on her hands. She washed her
hands, but only briefly, and the instructions for the flea treatment
stated that one should rinse the skin for about 15-20 minutes. I don't
necessarily think this caused the v****ing, but it probably wasn't the
best thing to do.) I began to worry that if it was food
posioning, that I might have it, too, because I had felt nauseous a few
times that night (I didn't sleep) and I was having abdominal pains, as
well.
This is the first time my fiancee and I have been in the situation
where she is sick (though she has v****ed several times in the past
year alone) and I may have been exposed to the same illness-causing
agent. She still felt sick, but I was too wrapped up in obsessive
thoughts to comfort her, and she resented the fact that I wanted
comfort, too. Because of this, and because she gets frustrated not
knowing what to say or do when I am in the grip of my phobia, she got
silent, cold, and distant. And when she did speak to me--at my
request--she was antagonistic and hurtful. To her credit, she was
honest with me; she said she didn't really know what caused her to be
sick, </font></span></font>and I appreciated her honesty, but it was the way</span> that she dispensed the truth, harshly and utterly devoid of empathy, </font></span></font>that
hurt me, and made me more anxious. She suggested she might have caught
something at work (she is a CNA at a rehabilitation center), though she
said the only thing going around at work was a bad cold (which we had
both just gotten over). She said she took her temperature while in the
bathroom and it was only a little over 99 degrees, but she still felt
sick. Now, I am terrified. We're very affectionate with each other,
kissing and whatnot, so if she has viral gastroenteritis/stomach virus,
then there is a chance I may develop it, too, if I don't have it
already. As I sit here, I feel nauseous and my stomach hurts. Even
typing those last two sentences makes me anxious, and I feel as though
it is going to get much worse as the night wears on and I get more
tired (I've only slept a couple of the past twenty-four hours). I am
absolutely terrified that I have caught something from her. I won't be
able to eat or sleep until I'm sure I'm no longer in danger of getting
sick. She went by herself to visit her parents this afternoon, but her
mother called to tell me that she got very sick when she got there,
more v****ing and severe abdominal pain. Her mother said she was very
pale and weak, and would be unable to drive back home, so she was going
to stay overnight, for which, shamefully, I was secretly thankful. I
called a good friend who understands my emetophobia well, and she
helped a lot, but she and her husband live in England, so they're fast
asleep, now.
I'll be awake, though. [img]smileys/smilies_06.gif[/img]
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Edited by: mrbleaney