Did I mention that I have severe Emetophobia? It's an irrational and pervasive fear a vomitting.
So that was fun today.
I didn't think I was that sensitive, but as I worked my shift, smells started getting to me. My boss, who I told for safety and sick-day reasons, was very careful to dull some of them, but when I heated up some Chicken Soup for lunch, that was it. A bumpy bus ride home set me even more on edge, and when I walked in the door, my boyfriend had dinner waiting for me. Like I said, he's amazing. I promptly threw my bag and brand new copy of "What to Expect When You're Expecting" on the table and ran into the bedroom to escape the strong smell of pizza and Old Bay seasoning.
I never dreamed that my sense of smell would become so, well, sensitive. It's almost like my nostrils are wired directly into my brain and the smells come at them like an electric shock. I had to stop breathing for a few seconds to compose myself. Now I'm nibbling at my dinner - making sure I get the nutrition and keep it down.
This was definitely my "This is really happening" day. Let's hope the morning sickness plateaus here...
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