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Will had an unusual relationship with food. It was always hate and never love. When he was 11, he got horrific food poisoning from a restaurant. That put him on the path of becoming a very picky eater.
The thought of being that level of sick again scared him. For months afterwards, he carried a plastic bag and water everywhere with him. Refusing to eat any meat (or food that looked strange) He smelled, checked and surveyed all of his food before he could even think about consuming it.
It wasn't an issue until his weight began dropping (He wasn't overweight, to begin with) His stomach had definitely shrunk, making it impossible for him to eat large amounts of food.
This was a problem for Will because he was from a household of big eaters. They all used to pile their plates up with food at dinner time, whilst Will only had a few pieces of food on his plate. His brothers and father used to make fun of him, whilst trying to put more food on his plate. Thinking that they were being funny and clever.
His 'Mammy' was the only one who understood the issue. Whenever she saw him getting overwhelmed at the dinner table, she'd get him out of the situation discreetly. She was also the only one brave enough to tell his father to shut up.
By the age of 17, Will had dropped down to 46kg. The weight of a healthy 10-11yr old. His eating habits we're back to normal by then, apart from refusing to eat meat that wasn't chicken.
Will woke up one morning when he was 18 and vomited for no reason. This 'episode' started with him not being able to breathe properly. This naturally opened a can of worms for him.
After that, Will fought with the simple task of putting food in his mouth and chewing it. He'd always end up spitting it out. He began to struggle with eating in front of people, at the dinner table and in public. He was terrified of choking or throwing up.
He felt sick all the time because he didn't eat and he then didn't eat because he felt sick. It was a vicious cycle.
It got to a point where Will started to avoid combinations of food that he thought would make him sick.
Around the same time, Will started having almost hourly panic attacks. Of course, his attacks weren't normal. Rather than the tight chest and inability to breathe, they'd be frightening episodes of nausea. The biggest problem of all was, Will, panicked when he felt nauseous
Will's choking fear had come from an incident at school. He was eating a lettuce wrap when suddenly, he started choking on a hard piece of lettuce. He couldn't get it out of his throat and it was becoming harder to breathe. He frantically tapped the teacher sitting next to him, trying desperately to get his attention. Thankfully the teacher finally caught on and thumped Will on the back repeatedly with great force. The lettuce flew out of his mouth and onto the floor. It was a pretty big piece and if the teacher wasn't there it could have been so much worse
Years on and Will's diet is outrageous. He mostly eats carbs, rarely any vegetables and only once in a Blue Moon will he eat meat with his dinner. His favourite food is crisps, anything made from potato and Aunt Bessie's Yorkshire puddings.
He won't eat any meat that his 'Mammy' hasn't cooked, because he only trusts her not to poison him. The problem with that is, she lives in Dublin and can hardly put a cooked chicken in the post.
Will has been told frequently (by archie) to get tested for anaemia. Because he's fainted on more than one occasion. He dismisses her, only because he hates having blood taken. He vividly remembers vomiting in the doctor's office (on the nurse) the last time he had blood drawn!
The last time he passed out, was unfortunately in the ED. He stood up a little too fast and everything went black for him. Everyone watched him fall back, onto a metal trolley full of medical supplies. Not the quietest of things to faint on (It got everyone's attention at least!)
Jade started crying hysterically because she thought he was dead.
He did regain consciousness a few minutes later. Wondering why everyone was staring at him.
A big part of Will's diet is energy drinks. He's been addicted to them since the age of 14. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't fight the addiction or find any other drink to substitute them. He also had a naive and stupid idea that they made everything better health-wise.
Headache? Energy drink (They do actually help migraines) Stomach ache? Energy drink. Muscle or limb pain? You guessed it! Energy drink.
When the doctor told him that he needed vitamins, he read the label of a relentless can and got the wrong idea. They became his favourite energy drink because they weren't too sweet. (He hated sweet things because of his sensitive teeth)
After reading some Google pages on caffeine, Will put himself on a one energy drink a day limit. Refusing to go over it, for his heart's sake. (Except if he was on nights)
Working with children was rewarding, yet stressful for Will. The more stressed he got, the more he smoked and the more he smoked, the less he'd eat and the less he'd eat the more tired he got and the more tired he got, the more high caffeine drinks he drank.
He loved his job more than anything in his life (apart from sex) — No matter how many times the children teased him, told him he smelled funny or ratted him out to his colleagues that he'd been snogging a nurse in the carpark.
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