I'm not sure how I came to deal with it...it just kinda happened, mind over matter I guess.
It's still there, in the background, I'll be eating my dinner and will suddenly feel full (after literally 3 mouthfuls) and then can't eat a thing. Going on dates used to be hell if they wanted to eat, I'd literally order a light salad as that was 'safe food'.
Funnily enough, I had a patient today who I was endeavouring to obtain blood from, she was quite difficult and started to feel sick. You've never seen someone move as quick as me! I managed to get her samples and quickly ushered her into the waiting room. My pulse was racing and I my anxiety levels were through the roof...but I carried on. Those 'little wins' help me deal with this awful phobia.