This is something I'm fairly familiar with, as I was violently ill with Cub as well. This is the problem:
I HATE THROWING UP.
I know, you might be asking, Why? Why must you write that? Don't most people hate throwing up?
I'm not sure. I hope so. But I am a violent vomiter and I hate it. When the gag reflex begins, I've got about 2 seconds to find a toilet, trash can, or open window before it all breaks loose. And it is VIOLENT.
(I warned you this was gross. Sorry.)
Last night, for the first time, I actually choked on the remnants of my dinner that were once again making an appearance. I inhaled mid-deluge and couldn't breathe. I slapped the tile with my hands and pounded my chest, trying to cough, and finally I coughed and my body finished telling me that it DID NOT LIKE THAT PIZZA. It was honestly a little scary. Choking usually is.
I purchased several ginger items yesterday, none of which worked, given that I still threw up last night. I'm thirsty all the time but when I drink water I'm basically just BEGGING my stomach to go nuts again. I've been guzzling ginger ale which I handle better, until I lose everything a few hours later.
Oddly enough, I do not have an aversion to all food. Just some food. Like those leftovers I saw in the fridge before we left for lunch on Sunday? All I needed was the thought of them before I was scrambling for a plastic bag as we sped down the highway in the car. Awesome. Good thing my husband was driving.
There is no point to this, really. I'm just informing you about the current happenings in our household. And I'm not even really complaining--I know this too, shall pass. I just hope it passes sooner than later! I go to the doctor tomorrow afternoon and I am going to ask him what he thinks. So, we'll see.
Have a lovely day!