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The plus side of being so violently, sweatingly ill, was that I finally got up the gumption to start laundry, which I'd realistically been needing to do for a while. "Start" being the operative word, because sick Squeak's have a hard time doing anything but laying under every available piece of fabric, shivering and sweating. Had my Dr. appt at 3pm, so got there at 2:30. Apparently I had misheard, because the woman at the front desk said I was 10 min late, instead of 30 min early. They still saw me, and it was relatively fast. Ordered a bunch of tests that I guess I'm overdue for. The disadvantage of not seeing one Dr. regularly is some stuff falls through the cracks. The advantage is that you don't have to set your appointments 2 weeks out, and you don't feel like so much of a burden on an overtaxed medical facility.

Really considered not getting the presumptive penicillin shot. I've had syph once, out of all the times I've been presumptively treated for it, and that shot is excruciating. Dr. said my sickness might be a result of syph, though, so might as well take care of it with all the others. All part of being a whore Big Boy. She did ask me if the reason I was having sex with so many men was because of my income, which took me a minute to get...income? No, how could I even look for work while I'm getting fu...OH! No. No El Cajon Blvd, I was just studying for the Bar for a couple months, and I'm making up for lost time.

I had been supposed to go help First Husband Anthony with a shoot for Encore Vocal Ensemble, but I didn't think I'd be much good limping, sweating and vomiting everywhere. Got home and threw up the antibiotics I'd been given, then slept on my still unmade bed for a while.

Nina called when I woke up, wanting to know when I wanted to go to dinner at Loving Hut. Really wasn't up to that, but was RSVP'd for a birthday potluck/couchsurfing concert, so invited her to that. She warned that she'd only want to stay for a bit, but being still sick, I didn't have a problem with that. Made a big bowl of pasta to bring, forgetting that I sometimes have a hard time eating in front of others. We stayed for about an hour.

Chatted with FHA online when I got back. He was concerned about the G thing. I was, too, because I'm going to have sex with Marty again, and Marty's going to want me to do G again, and I'm very very very bad at saying "No more." I don't make promises about what I will or won't do, especially with my own fucking body. But I am going to talk to Marty and explain that I would really rather he not even offer the stuff to me.

Finally made my bed and slept in it.

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I don't make promises about what I will or won't do, especially with my own fucking body.

So I can expect 2 come over 2 your place someday and see you eating a giant rib eye steak? lol

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It could happen. I would likely have an explanation for why something so fundamental to me had changed, but it is possible that it could change. Maybe I suddenly become a sadist, and all the suffering that happens before the steak hits the plate makes it that much more YUM-O. Maybe I decide it's all a dream anyway, so I might as well bite the dreamburger.

More likely, if in vitro meatro happens, I might no longer be technically "vegan" since it would technically be "meat," but I would still be within the ethical parameters I've set for myself. I'm sure I could imagine a bunch of scenarios in which it could happen.

But no, even with being vegan, I make no promises.