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Well, as you all know, I posted earlier this week about feeling like a horrible mom because my daughter was sick as a dog - and I was unable to help because of my emet.
Well - my emet may be over and done, let's hope...
Last night, exactly 48 hourse since my daughter's sickness, while I was making dinner, I suddenly felt "wierd". I took some Dramamine immediately with lemonade. And I waited for the feeling to pass. It didn't. I became extremely nausous and began to have very bad d*. I nausea was unbearable. For two hours, I sat on the couch and repeated over and over to myself - "I refuse to allow myself to vomit". Yeah right...
I began to feel the taste of acid in my mouth, and I burped a few times. I succummed to the realization that I may have to v* afterall. I did the walk of defeat onto the bathroom, cleaned off the seat (after 29 years, I'll be damned if I was to v* in a yucky bowl!). I sat down, and I waited. I had NO IDEA what to expect since I was 6 years old the last time I v*.
My tummy made a strange "leap", and I retched - I guess. Nothing came out. I then thought - "Hmm, maybe I won't v"---------- Blam! OUT IT CAME!
I couldn't believe it! I v*! and I lived! In fact - it felt great! I cannot believe I am saying this! I'll never drink lemonade again. Not for a while anyway....The nausea disappeared after that bout. It was like someone flipped a switch.
The rest of the night - I felt achy and I had the chills. That was the worst part - not the v*.
You know, I sat there, last night after the episode, and I was reflecting on how this "fear of the unknown" ruled my life for so many years. I was in shock at the simplicity of it all.
V* is a bodily function, that cannot be "talked out of". Your body knows what it has to do in order to feel better.
Well, let's hope my emet is over. We'll see...
Nichole