For me, I didn't even get to the SN part itself, the fasting and the drugs taken beforehand made me so ill. Granted, I have IBS, so this is probably why. My stomach felt like it was burning after the anti-enemics and the dizziness and headache from the beta blockers was awful, even with painkillers. I was taking codeine mixed with paracetamol and my head still felt like it was about to split in two.
I'm probably a lot more sensitive to medications than most, so the pain I went through probably isn't common. The aftermath of being snitched on and having the ambulance and police come sent me into a panic and was in my opinion, worse than the effects of the prep. Especially when none of these "do gooders" were honest or transparent about their intentions.
I was frightened and ill, and my boyfriend and his family were deeply embarrassed and ashamed of me when they saw the police car pulling up in the drive. I begged them to go, that I was fine, and didn't find this sort of intervention helpful. Not only was I lied to by a phone operator for the police who wouldn't stop ringing me, but the police who attended to me lied as well and sent an ambulance to harass me further.
I had to talk my way out of the situation while reeling from the failed attempt. I didn't even get to take the SN because unbeknownst to me, my best friend who I thought was respectful of my decision had the police called behind my back and then ghosted me for a week or two. I think the prospect of being dragged to a ward against my will and forced medical "treatment" was far scarier than dying to me in that moment.
Being stopped only made me more suicidal, and now I have a police record and am traumatized by the fear of potentially being locked up and drugged against my will by people who could give a shit less about me. Every time I hear a police siren, the hairs on my skin stand up, from that deep seated irrational fear that someone is going to figure out I'm suicidal and threaten and patronise me again.
Despite knowing what to expect from the process leading up taking the SN, it still doesn't make it any easier for me because I'm terrified of vomiting, failing, then being tortured and becoming a pincushion in a hospital against my will. I really wish I had a better method that my agitated stomach wouldn't disagree with. There are no easy ways out, I suppose. Though it is ironic that the medications which were meant to make the process easier and less painful had the opposite effect on me.