Yesterday, I had a furious row with a relative, who told me off for not visiting my grand-mother in hospital. For the past two months, she's been in and out of hospital and I've saved her life twice: from hypothermia and pneumonia. As the only relative in the UK, I've been responsible for co-ordinating social services and healthcare.
But my emitophobia prevents me from going into the hospital to see her. I always try to avoid hospitals for fear of catching something - although last year I did visitmy wifein hospital in India when she had a gall bladder operation, spending two days sitting around in visiting rooms. I got over the phobia by thinking hat people with gall bladder operations are not likely to have stomach bugs and anyway, the hospital was a lot cleaner than Britain's filfthyhospitals.
My grand-mother's ward had an outbreak of Nowalk virus, which is highly contagious and causes projectile gastric outbursts! She got the virus within a day of being admitted. No way am I going to see her in that ward! So, now I am the pariah because I avoid hospitals and no-one understands my own problem.
Consequently, my motives are under question. As I am the one dealing with social services, there are accusations that my refusal to go to the hospital indicates that I don't really care about my grand-mother and that I am trying to push her into a care home in order to sell her house.
Frankly, I'd rather break family relationships than visit a ward with a vomiting bug. But it shows how a phobia can ruin your relationships and your life.