Even though I've had them in my nose for quite a while now, I felt the same way about vomiting or coughing them up. But when it happened the first time, I realized that as disgusting as it was, at least *those* worms were OUT. I mean what was I going to do? Commit suicide? I have to admit that it crossed my mind., but it seemed like overkill... ;-)
It really amazes me what I've been able to handle throughout this ordeal. Every time I think I can't possibly cope with this anymore, something else happens and the bar is raised. I've come to realize that I am much stronger than I imagined. And I think you'll find that you are, too.