I have had an elevated vomiting reflex throughout my life.
My husband always dreamed of a mine, thinking that I was just not open enough.
One day I asked him to accompany me for fibrogastroscopy, to support me morally.
He agreed, and even went with me to the office, he himself tolerates this procedure quite easily. But watching how the nurse holds me tightly, and at this time I am shaken by vomiting urges, he could not, jumped out of the office. And I didn’t even immediately approach when the nurse took me out into the hallway and sat down on the couch.
It’s been about ten years, we’re together, but I haven’t heard of the talk about “disruption.”