I'm very ashamed of what I'm about to write. So ashamed, in fact, I took the time to make a new username. I don't expect anyone to care, to respond, or to understand. I guess I'm sort of writing it out for self comfort, or perhaps out of desperation. I know it is very long. I don't expect anyone to solve my problems, just a place to vent.
I've had emotophobia my entire life. I'm not sure how I developed it, but it has controlled my life since I was a child. Emetophobia is the fear of vomit. Not only fear or someone vomiting around me, but of vomiting myself. My chest physically hurts, palms get sweaty, dry mouth, uncontrollable crying, hyperventilating, uncontrollable trembling, and stuttering to the point where people can't understand me. I want to get as far from the situation as possible.
I decided to become a nurse when my best friend was put on life support. He was septic and went into acute respiratory failure. The nurses were my heroes; so strong, so kind, so intelligent, observant, so comforting, so passionate, and so quick. I wanted to be a nurse, and immediately felt it was my calling. He lived through it miraculously, we dated, and eventually got married this past November.
Last Wednesday I found out I was pregnant. We were not trying. I start my next semester of nursing school this week. I have been having panic attacks daily. I spend all day crying, and trying desperately not to vomit. I am so nauseated I feel I may vomit any second. Forcing myself to eat is like having a hangover (never had one, assuming here) and having someone put a pile of feces in front of you, and telling you that you'll feel better if you just eat it. My stomach hurts horribly if I don't eat, it hurts even worse when I do. I have bloating, diarrhea, but feel constipated. My panic attacks feel like heart attacks. I feel like I am literally going to die, throw up, or both. I don't feel any bonding toward the baby I'm growing. In fact, I feel resentful, depressed, absolutely terrified, and want nothing more than to fall asleep and never wake up again. My husband has been nothing but supportive and is over the moon happy about the baby.
I am on promethazine but only take it once a day in the evening because it makes me so sleepy. I can't imagine taking it at 5am to get ready for 8 hours of clinicals. I can't imagine forcing myself to eat every hour during busy clinicals and lecture. I was hoping in nursing school I would have exposure to someone getting sick, and I could be superwoman again. I was not ready for this, I can't do this. I don't know where to go or who to turn to. I secretly hope I just don't wake up. I am a coward. Has anyone dealt with anything similar?