I was traumatised by HG. I do not claim to have PTSD but I can understand how HG can lead to a woman developing PTSD.
Things that were traumatizing to me were:
-----> FEELING LIKE I WAS DYING SLOWLY
- I am not trying to just say I felt really bad... I really felt like I was slowly dying before I had Zofran
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---->UNRELENTLESS VOMITING...
- I was so hungry and thirsty, yet I could not hold anything down long enough for my thirst or hunger to be quenched.
- My muscles in the neck/throat and abdomen hurt from unrelenting wretching.
- My throat became raw.
- My eyes developed scary red areas where blood vessles broke. (I'm talking about big, blood red blotches the size of a quarter of an inch).
- I vomited blood.
- I was unable to breath because my vomiting was so violent that I vomited through my mouth and nose at the same time. Food that I had moments earlier tried to choke down had become lodged in my nose and I continued to forcefully wretch which made it difficult to take in a breath. I desperately tried to blow my nose while wretching. This happened on more than one occaision.
- I have even collapsed and uncontrollably vomited even in parking lots with traffic coming towards me (while I was heading towards my car).
- Finally, I broke my water weeks before my due date (and consequently began labour) during an intense bout of wretching.
--------------All of this hapened even though I was being treated. I'd hate to think of what it would have been like without Zofran... I am sure I would have died.
------> REPEATEDLY DENIED HELP
- I sought help from the medical profession repeatedly (a different OB each time) only to be told that it was normal to vomit during pregnancy. I managed to find one Dr. who took me seriously. (I saw at least 7 Dr.'s... not counting those in the ER). I even had one Dr. tell me that I was not sick, that this illness was in my head, and that she was going to ensure that I would not get another prescription from any other Dr. at that hospital (prescriptions that I needed in order to live!)... I had no choice but to be treated at this hospital in order to have insurance coverage. I had to fight almost every single day of my pregnancy in order to get the medical treatment I and my unborn son needed and deserved.
-----> SOCIAL ISOLATION
Imagine not being able to connect with the world at all. Imagine trying to keep a marriage going when you are begging your husband not to come near you because the way he smells makes you feel sick... even when you need his help and he is the only one left to help you.
- I was not able to watch TV at one point... I couldn't even listen to it. It was if the images and sounds came to me in waves and made me vomit. I couldn't read because that also made me feel sick. How was I to keep up with news?
- I couldn't stnad to talk on the telephone because the smell of the mouth piece of the phone made me queasy.
- I couldn't visit anyone because the smell of their house would send me wretching.
- I couldn't get near anyone because their deodorant, or perfume, or breath (even if they had just brushed their teeth) would send me to my knees to vomit. ... Imagine needing help from someone to pick you up off of the floor and help you to a toilet only to have that peron make you feel even more sick. I would beg people not to come near me to help and would rather vomit wherever I happend to be (even if it was in public).
- I couldn't go to a restaurant
- I was unable to enter a grocery store
- We had to keep our windows shut (including in the car) in case an offensive smell would drift in.
-----> INABILITY TO HAVE PROPER HYGEINE
- I tired over and over to brush my teeth, only to vomit each time and leave my mouth with a film of stomach acid in my mouth.
-There were times when I was unable to shower because I felt too weak to stand.
-There were also times when I was unable to brush my hair because I felt too weak to lift a brush to my hair.
- I once got ready to go to the hospital by picking my husband's dirty clothes up off of the floor to wear (he had been deployed by the army at the time and was not there to help me).
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I think I will just stop here. I could keep going on about how traumatic this illness can be but I think that you can hopefully get the point from all that I have written already. Most of this stuff is just really awful. The part that was most traumatic was worrying about whether or not I, or my unborn baby would die.