I found a really interesting tumblr called "Things Bulimics Hate" and decided to try to make my own list. So here is what I came up with right off the bat.
(Doesn't sound like a very glamorous/movie-of-the-week disease, does it kids?)
1. The smell. Even if I scrub my hands and face, the smell of vomit lingers for a long while—maybe it's vomit that got up the nose?)
2. The tons and tons of mucus that flows out of my nose while hurling.
3. Splashback! Especially when vomit (and/or terlet water) splashes right in the eyeball.
4. The TMJ and jaw pain from keeping my mouth open that wide for so long.
5. Having co-workers who overheard me puking ask if I'm pregnant.
6. Fear of rupturing esophagus/aspirating vomit/otherwise having hurling session result in a medical emergency that will involve someone finding me in a very embarrassing position in a public restroom, dead or near dead, and covered in my own puke. Like someone who died of a drug o.d., only fat. Maybe I will have passed out and smashed my fat head against the terlet, so there will also be lots of blood.
7. This fear is especially prominent when I don't drink enough water before and during ingestion- (that is, if I unintentionally binge, and drink a few glasses of water AFTER already eating, which doesn't really help). I try to drink a lot of H2O or seltzer during an ingestion because it makes the E-gestion process much smoother. If I try to hurl without drinking lotsa water beforehand, it is just too difficult- the food feels like it is about to get caught in my throat. If I do the "catchup" method (ie, drinking several glasses of water AFTER eating), I just end up hurling up all that water right way, and then still having all that food to try to get up; this involves lots of painful and scary (see above) retching. Thankfully I haven't had anything get stuck yet, but I have come close- especially with bread products (which is why I usually don't try to hurl up bread anymore, unless I've also ingested a bunch of other easier-to-get-up foods along with it).
8. I almost exclusively hurl in shared, public restrooms, and there's no telling what surprises await when I lift the toilet seat. I'm not talking about stuff left behind in the actual bowl- that's easily flushable- but splatter (blood, pee, crap) on the underside of the terlet seat.
9. Some bathrooms, especially in small restaurants, have a cheap/old-fashioned (ie, non-industrial strength) flushing mechanism that results in pieces of food still floating in the bowl after flushing. Then I have to stand there and wait for the tank to refill before flushing again. If the pieces of food are really big, I'll just pick them out, but usually that's not the case; there are too many, or they are too small to pluck out. This is especially sucky when there is only one toilet in the place and you know there is a line of people waiting right outside, wondering what is wrong with me (diarrhea is probably what they're all picturing- gross!).
10. Worrying that I'll leave a vomit smell in the bathroom. My mom could always detect the vomit smell when I used to hurl at home, even though I cleaned the toilet (and other splattered areas), and opened the window for a few minutes. No one else ever said anything to indicate detecting a vomit smell, but I'm still paranoid about it.
11. Having to clean up around the toilet after. As neat (ie, as direct an aimer) as I try to be, and despite the fact that I get as close to the toilet (with my face) as I can bear to, there is inevitable splashback that requires cleaning up. This wouldn't be so bad in my own home, but in public restrooms it is gross, because who knows what else you are wiping up from the sides of the toilet.
12. Developing 7 cavities in a little over a year, and having teeth so disintegrated that pieces crumble off. Oh, and then having to go to a dentist who will say, "Is there something you'd like to tell me?"