Tonight my boyfriend had to go to urgent care and of course the first thing I thought about when we got there was the number of sick
People, some of which may be V*.. I didnt think much of it but now thats its 3 am I cant stop thinking im sick (even tho I feel fine) and im going to V*... Why even just tossing and turning it somehow has to be related to needing to V*. I keep thinking i have to burp.. So i try and make myself burp and im worried that if i try to many times ill V*... Uch the mind of an emetaphobic person is so weird. Always has to do with V*. Wish I wasnt so anxious about all this...