I had a termination through bpas. I had severe HG ( vomiting 40+ times a day) and I was regularly admitted hospital. The medication did very little to help and the dosage and more meds were prescribed every 2 or so weeks, literally the only time I was somewhat ok was when I was hooked up to an IV bag which I always needed plenty of. I had a 2 year old at home and a partner that couldn't work for weeks and weeks. My sil told me recently that she thought I was going to die (she's a healthcare professional). On my last admission to hospital, a male registrar came round to my bed with 2 doctors, a nurse and 3 trainees (and a cleaner that was already in my room) and proceeded to tell me I was doing it to myself and all I had to do was drink more water. He said he was going to put a block on me being admitted again ( I have no idea if he could even do that) because I was a drain on resources.
Fast forward 2 weeks and I was in so much pain, I legitimately thought I was losing the baby. It got to the point where I felt I had to chose my life and the life of my 2 year old over the life of our much wanted baby and I had a termination. It's something I've deeply struggled with , depression, medication and counselling were a part of my recovery .
Anyway the termination itself was fine. I booked an appointment and I went to a clinic nearby for an interview, they asked questions like am I sure I want this? Why do I want this? Etc then I got screened for STDs (she offered, I took it) and I waited for my appointment which was for about 10 days later . I had to drive to Doncaster (about an hour) alone but I booked in a hotel for the night. I walked to the clinic, got booked in and waited in the waiting room for about an hour for my 'turn', I was then interviewed for checks and waiting for another 20 minutes or so . It was heartbreaking for some of the people I saw in there but in all honesty I was so concerned with not being sick on any one I didn't pay too much attention. Finally I was called in, got led to a room to change and taken to the room with the nurse and bed, the doctor came in to see me and I got hooked up with a monitor and an oxygen mask and wheeled into theatre.
The worst part was when the anaesthetic was injected into my hand, he did it so fast all I can remember is almost shouting out in pain from that and then waking up about 10 minutes later.
I waited in a bed for 5 minutes to see if I was ok, then I went to get dressed and get a cup of tea and a biscuit and then discharged. I think I was supposed to be in there a lot longer but really I was fine and I wanted to leave . I went back to the hotel and went home the next day .
I know you didn't ask for a lot of that detail but I really hope you're ok and I wish you all the best in life 