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HATE EMET. I hate it SO much. Right now, I'm feeling so, so
down about it all, and can't get it off my mind. I hate that I
can loving life, totally happy, and then emet just has this ability to
completely pull me down from that happy place, and make me a quivering,
crying wreck.
I keep thinking, I can't go through life avoiding v*ing forever.
There will be a time when I have to deal with that. When will
that be?!! I hate not knowing, just continuing to live with this
constant dread. I hate that sometimes we catch SV and we have no
idea where it came from, like you can be silently infected and not know
until you're suddenly feeling n*.
Yesterday I was christmas shopping and I was standing in the queue in
the shop, and a woman was serving the customer in front of me.
When she finished serving her, she just ran off, and I had to wait for
the other assistant to finish serving. The guy who served me kept
looking round to see where his colleague had suddenly disappeared
to. I can't help thinking that she had to run off to v* and that
I might catch it, even though I wasn't THAT near to her. It's
doing my head in.
I have been SO lucky in the last few years. There has only ever
been one bout of gastric flu that went round that I was aware of.
For those two weeks I was an absolute mess, couldn't sleep, couldn't
eat, crying all the time, so depressed. Basically, what I'm
trying to say is, I don't DEAL with people getting SV or v*
regularly. I'm not used to the week long starvation ritual, and
all the rest. I guess I have this terrible feeling that this
winter it's going to hit with a bit more force, and I have NO practice
at dealing with it. I think I'm likely to do something really
stupid, just because I feel like I'd rather die than v*.
I'm sorry this post is long, but emet is killing me at the
moment. I'm finding it hard to focus on anything else.
Other thing is, I used to just not eat, and that would make me feel
better (less worried) but since being in a r'ship, my partner has been
MAKING me eat regularly, and now if I don't eat a meal I feel so hungry
I feel n* anyway, so I can't even do the starvation bit to make me feel
better.
Does anyone else regularly feel like they can't cope? How do you deal with it? Tips for dealing?