Good morning, first I want to say I appreciate all of you. I've been watching/reading this sit from afar for years, but unfortunately social anxiety gets the best of me and it's really hard to even post in an online forum. My fears started in 1998 when I was pregnant and got very ill. An ultrasound showed my son's brain was 80% liquid (hydrocephaly) and growing at a large rate, pushing up against my internal organs. I was flown to another hospital and needless to say he did not make it. So, in my head, I associate v* with dying and it's very traumatic. That was the last time I was ill with v*.
I've been faced with my biggest challenge yet the last two days. For the sake of brevity, my fiance's mom has been in the hospital and he has been out of town at the hospital with his family. He came home Sunday night. Monday evening we "spent some time together" wink wink, and then had pizza around 6. Within two hour he was v* and consistently v* and d* throughout the night until about 7 am Tuesday. I was taking him water, towels, a pillow, etc., but was never anywhere close when he would v*. He slept on the bed and the bathroom floor, and spent yesterday on the couch. I washed all the bedding in hot water, and cleaned the entire bathroom around 10:00 Tuesday morning wearing rubber gloves (he was really clean, and understands my fears about this) with SoftScrub with bleach. I wash my hands about every 10 minutes if not more. I've been taking promethazine every 4-5 hours since Monday. I've had nothing but ginger ale, tea, one cup of coffee and three bites of Cream of Wheat yesterday. He thinks it was food poisoning because by late Tuesday morning he was able to drink two bottles of Gatorade, a bottle of water, and a ginger ale; he was eating soup by Tuesday night; says he feels completely fine today; and because it was so quick. But, I do the timelines in my head and if it was a burger he ate Saturday, Monday would be a serious stretch for that. So I'm feeling trapped. I've been sitting and also sleeping in my chair by my computer, I'm scared to touch anything, even though I've cleaned it, and if I do I wash my hands - which are now a mess because I've legitimately gone through an entire container of hand soap and part of another one since Monday evening. I'm scared to eat, I'm scared to leave the house, I'm scared to touch him or anything he touches - so, yeah, basically I am losing my mind. I've long seen how supportive and amazing you all are, and didn't know if anyone had any words of wisdom. I sincerely believe you all are the only ones that understand the terror I am dealing with right now. Thank you so much!