Please dont read this if you are sqeamish. In fact I dont really know why I am writing it apart from it just felt horrendous and just maybe someone there in Lupie land may understand.
My friend came round for dinner yesterday. I havent seen her in ages so I was really excited about meeting up. I was very tired all week so I decided we would go out to eat so I could enjoy her company rather than being too exhausted.
I had spotted this lovely looking pub a number of times so we headed there and had a fantastic Sunday Roast Lunch. We had just finished the meal and were chatting over some soft drinks when I came over really hot and within seconds started to be sick. I clamped my hand over my mouth and leapt up to find the toilet. The only one I could find was the disabled which was locked. I turned down the corridor next to it and all I could find was a meeting room. Continuing to vomit into my hands I staggered back to the table calling help. My friend came to me and found the toliets and led me quickly to them. My friend was great and comforted me whilst I was tidying myself up and I was sobbing.
Vomitting attacks happen to me occasionally. I have never been able to decide whether its the drugs or the disease but never so publically before.
Most close friends know I am ill but I always keep the worst from them. This poor friend got it all!!!!
Now it just feels like one of those dreams where you are giving a presentation and you realise you have no clothes on!!!
When will this disease stop taking away my self esteem?
My friend came round for dinner yesterday. I havent seen her in ages so I was really excited about meeting up. I was very tired all week so I decided we would go out to eat so I could enjoy her company rather than being too exhausted.
I had spotted this lovely looking pub a number of times so we headed there and had a fantastic Sunday Roast Lunch. We had just finished the meal and were chatting over some soft drinks when I came over really hot and within seconds started to be sick. I clamped my hand over my mouth and leapt up to find the toilet. The only one I could find was the disabled which was locked. I turned down the corridor next to it and all I could find was a meeting room. Continuing to vomit into my hands I staggered back to the table calling help. My friend came to me and found the toliets and led me quickly to them. My friend was great and comforted me whilst I was tidying myself up and I was sobbing.
Vomitting attacks happen to me occasionally. I have never been able to decide whether its the drugs or the disease but never so publically before.
Most close friends know I am ill but I always keep the worst from them. This poor friend got it all!!!!
Now it just feels like one of those dreams where you are giving a presentation and you realise you have no clothes on!!!
When will this disease stop taking away my self esteem?