3 months of noticeably extra fatigue on top of my current baseline level of exhaustion seems to threaten serious psychological effects.
3 months of brain-fog sounds like a great way to get fired and really fuck up my life.
If my "gastro situation" was noticeably worse than the unpredictable wildy-swinging nightmare it already is, I honestly have no idea how bad the consequences could be for my social life (I would be the flakiest person anybody knows and everybody hates that guy) and ability to make plans / focus long enough to do any work.
For some reason, I don't know why but I've always been this way, there's nothing my body hates and wants to avoid more than throwing up. I dread it. I'm not so sure I enjoy life enough to get through 3 months of nausea.