u/BadUsername88

As the title suggests, today was the day my streak was broken. A while back I kept telling myself it would "happen soon" due to medical complications and yet it never actually happened until today, long after I stopped saying that.

I had reason to believe I was cooked, because this wasn't the first time I experienced a stomach ache this bad where I couldn't eat or drink and nothing gave me relief. That day before easter was the closest I ever came to throwing up, ending in a single dry heave that didn't go anywhere.

Fast forward to today, I woke up with that exact same awful feeling I had before easter. I believed it would get better and that I slept through the worst of it, but it just kept getting worse and worse. I always said if I was gonna throw up I'd much rather be outside than in a confined space, and I knew something was extremely wrong, so I took myself outside and dry heaved about 4 times. I embarrassingly shit myself in the process due to the liquid diarrhea, and, after seeing how much I was suffering, my mum said we should go to the hospital.

Hospital wasn't going so well, they were taking a while to see me and my issues just kept getting worse. I took everything I had, gaviscon, cyclizine, mints, the whole shabang... Didn't work. Just like earlier in the day, I could tell something was wrong and went to the toilet.

I was just expecting dry heaves again like last time but, no, liquid managed to escape my mouth. I didn't really know what to do, after the first wave I just stood up and waited for another wave instead of staying over the toilet, which as a result created a bit of a mess 😭. I tried to clean up best I could, but that was that done.

It happened again later today. I was tethering on the edge for a while and wasn't sure if I could hold it down or not. They offered me a bowl, and I opted to go to the toilet instead, but before I could even move, I started throwing up again and had to run to the nearby sink. Not the most fun.

I'm honestly surprised how well I handled it. I had the impression that vomiting would destroy me for years to come, but I went back to normal pretty quickly after it happened. I honestly do believe that it was as bad as I expected, but the aftermath certainly wasn't, it's low key chill. I also didn't find throwing up on an empty stomach to be painful at all, like a few have told me. The taste also wasn't nearly as bad either.

I'm sure my experience is a little different given how I've just been vomiting liquid, but it still happened regardless, and I'm not mentally destroyed. I'm not gonna lie and say it wasn't awful, but so are so many other things we humans have to live though, vomiting is just another one.

Do I think I'm cured? No, but I've been forced to face it and I'm surviving.