Hi there, so I've been having a lot going on lately. I'm in the process of transitioning to a great new job, moving out from my parents into the city (next weekend), trying to resolve difficult family matters (previous thread), and getting over being sick. I guess all this change has been taking a toll on my body, even though mentally I feel alright. This is the second time being sick with something else in the month of January and I can't believe it! The first was a cold/flu and now my throat is so sore I feel like I have mono again (unlikely). Just my body is not keeping up with the pace.
So this was my last week at my old job and was trying my best to make things easier on the company, as I've worked with such wonderful people. One night, my throat was so sore it hurt to move my head or talk much. I came home early, took medications to ease the pain, and went to bed. My parents were concerned that all the stress was getting to me, but I had stuff to take care of so it couldn't be helped.
Amidst my sleep, I suddenly woke up in the middle of the night with a strong urge to vomit. I did and went straight downstairs to the next floor in the bathroom. It kept going every time I moved my body. I needed to stop moving so I could stop this uncontrollable urge. I also couldn't see anything, as I left my prescription glasses upstairs. I tried my best to contain everything in my current state. Then my father comes up from the bottom floor and at first feels bad for me. After, he inspects the bathroom and says how it was on the walls and the toilet, as I'm throwing up. He said I needed to clean it all since he didn't want to get sick. Ok. I was going to when I stopped throwing up.
I needed my glasses in order to clean up everything because it was so hard to see. I went upstairs, grabbed my glasses, then came back to the bathroom puking again because of that small distance. My father kept berating me to clean up the mess, get my glasses, it's on the walls, that needs to be cleaned, etc. He kept going on and on, I said "stop" but wasn't sure how my voice was getting across. I kept trying to talk but he continuously was talking over me. He went away for a bit and I just needed to lay down. I did and felt so nauseous. I had tried calling for my father before to get some wipes to clean the mess but my throat was so sore I was just waiting for him to come back (I knew he would due to his routine habits). He did and was berating me again about why I haven't cleaned the mess yet, you need to get your glasses, and why are you on the floor so helpless, etc. I tried to voice that I needed wipes and was too sick to go that far a distance without puking, making even more of a mess, but he kept going on about how he didn't want to clean it and all that. I couldn't get my words out and my throat was burning.
Eventually my mother comes right in with some wet wipes and helps me clean. I grabbed some and she wanted me to stop since I was sick. I cleaned anyway. My father was still berating me as we were cleaning. Then once we're done she leads me to the guest bedroom, as mine is too far without getting sick again. My father comes up to that floor after my mother leaves the guest room and says to her "How is she going to move out on her own when she can't even take care of herself?!" I felt so disgusting for being sick, being helpless after being so worn down physically, and just downright humiliated. I've even helped my father clean up after he was sick like this, as well as SO and friends. I've never acted how he did. I'm just so down about how things have been going with my father lately and would love some advice on picking myself back up.