Bleargh... Illness and Thoughts About LJ Being Contagious

I wonder if the mood shouldn't read "nauseous" and not "nauseated." But maybe I'm nitpicking.

Will do proper update in a bit, when my body is no longer revolting against me.

Not sure if it's due to missing my meds for two days or simply food poisoning, but at 6:30 (well, it started around 5:45 or so) my body decided that, what the hell, it didn't really need that lunch anyway, and proceeded to expell it with an impressive amount of force.

Luckily I had just finished work.

I wonder if it's a contagious thing via LJ. Reading my friends list today I have made the following observations:

- 4 of my friends have thrown out or otherwise harmed their backs
- 3 of them have either vomited or suffered from nausea
- 3 friends have injured their leg and/or are suffering from foot or leg pain
- 5 friends have headaches
- 6 friends are sick with other things that don't fall into those categories

That's a lot of badness, folks! What is it with us today?

I'm back online! And a few thoughts about Gretzky...

After a two and a half hour nap, from which I was only awoken by the phone ringing, otherwise I think I might have slept the whole night through (oops), I am back.

No longer feeling nauseated (thank you to all the word freaks who helped me out), so that's a plus. Am thinking it was likely due to missing my meds, as I was also feeling that bizarre feeling I get which is not quite dizziness but which I'd be hard put to explain: I feel it in my ears, although it's not painful, just as though there was a pulsing in there that's keeping me ever so slightly "off." It's weird.

Anyhoo, it's gone, mostly. Still having remnants, but nothing bad and I'm sure it'll go away soon.

I need to clean up the apartment, actually, because my parents' friend MM is coming over to bring Gretzky tomorrow evening, and I won't have time to come home after work tomorrow to do it.

I'm looking forward to having the new kitty cat, but it also means I won't be online much tomorrow evening as I work on New Cat Insertion Protocols. It ought to be interesting, at the very least. :)

The apartment, unfortunately, is just shy of being a pigsty. Nothing I can't handle tonight, but I have the feeling I'm looking at at least an hour's worth of cleanup. Meh. Boring.

Two more down for the count

Another instance of food poisoning among my friends, and another injured herself on some raspberry bushes.

They're dropping like flies!

This client is fun, but it tends to keep your last mood and music, so you have to watch out for that.

I think my tummy is still mildly upset with me for whatever I did to it. Oh well.

Spam! Well, a question for all my poly friends out there, really

Okay, this has been floating at the back of my mind for a while now. Pleasepleaseplease don't take this the wrong way, it's not meant as a criticism, I just honestly don't know, 'kay?

When you talk about a "Primary" and a "Secondary," it gets a little confusing for me in terms of how the relationship works.

To me the word "secondary" implies "being of lesser importance than primary," which is kind of treacherous ground, if you follow. Clearly, this isn't exactly the case, as I doubt very strongly that many people would take kindly to being viewed as less important than someone else, especially in a loving relationship.

So what determines who is a Primary and who is a Secondary? Is it the chronological order in which you meet them? Is it the strength of the attachment?

If someone is your Primary, is it possible for you to be their Secondary? Or would you both necessarily be each other's Primaries?

Can someone change from being a Secondary to a Primary within the same relationship? Or vice versa? In the latter case, how do you tell someone that you'd like them to be your Secondary from now on rather than your Primary? Does that even happen?

Yeah. Sorry to butt into your private lives here. Maybe I should post this in a community about polyamory? (Suggestions?)

Progress report (not that anyone but me cares)

The kitchen is tidy and semi-clean, everything that had to be thrown out (or almost everything) has been thrown out, and the cats have clean litter boxes.

I hate cleaning litter boxes more than anything else in the world, but luckily this new cat litter I got from the vet has made the process a little less painful. See, it's flushable, which means I don't have to lug a bunch of green garbage bags around, which is a pain. It's also made from recycled paper and is entirely biodegradable, so I'm not mangling the environment. All-around a good thing.

The only problem is that George is having issues with it. He'll pee in there, but seems to have a 50% chance of pooping outside the box, which is nasty. :P

Still, he's getting better about it, so I suspect it was a momentary fit of pique because I changed his routine again. He's actually yowling loudly right now, though I can't figure out why. Maybe there's a female in heat outside (he may have had his nuts cut off, but he still knows what a female in heat smells like).

I now have to tidy the living room/dining room area, and put away the non-perishable groceries that have been hanging around because I was too lazy to put them away before. *sigh*

I need to be less lazy. *lounges about*

One of the good things about living alone is that I can clean up my apartment wearing only my skivvies and no one cares. :D