NOTE: I use words, not abbreviations, so if you're not cool with this, please don't scroll down. I just can't stand shortening everything... :-)))
My daughter wasvomiting one day last week and then a couple of days later, my husband came home with the same thing (another parent said there's a terrible stomach flu going around the school). So of course, I walked around in a state of high anxiety for a few days and figured I was in the clear until on Monday afternoon I realized my appetite was gone and I had stomach pain and a headache that got worse and worse, along with a bit of a fever and dizziness.
I've always considered myself pretty seriously emet, since a horribleepisode of public vomiting when I was a kid as well as from my mother's smothering care when one of us was sick. I didn't know what it was called for many years (until the Internet came along!), but knew a) I hardly ever threw up, and b) didn't want to think about it, talk about it, etc.
But here's the thing... on Monday night, I justknew I had the same thing my dh & dd (husband & daughter) had had. Same symptoms, everything, except no vomiting, of course, because I'm me. I asked dh if his tummy had hurt that much and he said, only until he threw up. Great. I hadn't vomited in twelve years and couldn't live another decade or so with this kind of discomfort. :-)
But then, something must have clicked because I thought, why should I have to lie here suffering?
With lots of water running for background noise, I undressed and made myself throw up as much as possible. I hadn't eaten much, but drank lots of water beforehand. I gagged myself with my fingers, which, believe me, is VERY hard to do with my hard-core emetophobic gag-reflex.
It took a LOT of effort - I think a normal person would have vomited after just a gentle touch at the back of the throat, but this was a LOT more invasive.
It also took a ton of willpower to keep my hand there... I'd push down and my tummy would lurch and I would want to take my hand out but the pain in my stomach and the nausea would remind me of why I was there in the first place. I think it helped that the vomit - when it came - wasn't very horrible; I hadn't eaten much, so it was mostly water with some other drinks from earlier in the afternoon.
After that, I was SO shaky; dh came and offered me drinks & stuff... I don't think he realized I had just vomited (kinda clueless, with the extra-long shower and all). I felt less lousy for a while, but as the nausea mounted again, I went back, I think about 3 times. I kept wondering when I'd know I was done,and dreading the nausea coming back, but I eventually fell asleep.
The next night (last night),after not eating in 24 hours and just some diarrhea in the morning, I had a handful of cheerios and thenstarted feeling yucky again... all sweaty and flushed (no pun intended). Again, I drank a lot of water and went into the bathroom. Because I hadn't eaten much, just had water & ginger ale I tried throwing up into a towel instead of the toilet - less noisy that way. Because I was crouched kneeling on the floor, I think it pushed on my tummy, and a lot more came out, more quickly, and I didn't need my fingers after it started to come up; I would just lean over and it kind of poured out. That time, it really helped the nausea right away.
When I brushed my teeth and came out of the bathroom, I said something to dh about throwing up and he said - "I thought it was your worst fear?" and I was like, yes, but it still sometimes happens... he can be so clueless. Like, where have you been the last two nights while I've been scared & vomiting? It's nice that he gives me so much privacy, but I'd also like a little sympathy