Sparky, I'm not taking this particular med again. It was an experiment, and I think I'm declaring it a bust.

Aw, juliana. I'm relieved all over again that you've got half a continent between you and the jackhole.

And (very carefully){{{Kristin}}} Constant nausea is acres of no fun at all, and you're in just the right place for plenty of been there, done that, hurled it all back up empathy. Trader Joe's ginger cookies, the little bitty silver-dollar-size ones that come in a big plastic tub, are very helpful. Lots of ground ginger and chunks of crystallized ginger; five or six along with a big mug of tea or a bottle of fizzy water may take the nausea down to where it's bearable.

It was an experiment, and I think I'm declaring it a bust.

Crap. I was hoping this would work really well for you.

Oh, juliana and Kristin, I hope you both feel better soon.

My cats are indoor cats because I'm afraid of eagles getting them. They used to be outdoor cats with their previous person. When I got them, they meowed at the window for ages (since his door had windows in it). Alas, they meowed at a window that wouldn't open. Since the door is down a longish hall, I was afraid I wouldn't realize when they wanted to come in, and would wander off. And supervised only isn't an option, because they are way too fast.

My cat when I was in high school went outdoors because I just couldn't keep her in. I'd be walking out the door, with her nowhere in sight, and two seconds later she was out between my legs. It was even worse with my mom and grandma. In the winter, she wouldn't stay out more than a few seconds (ew, snow!), but in the summer she spent a lot of time outside. And, in fact, this did shorten her life quite a bit.

Crap. I was hoping this would work really well for you.

I hate that the jackhole can still hurt you when he's been far away and out of your life for this long. Grr. Kristin smash (with wee fists).

Not nauseated, but will snuggle with Kristin and Juliana while Vortex takes care of business.

Hell, he can't hurt me. He can just piss me off. But, if he goes looking, he shouldn't be mad at what he finds.

When I lived in an apartment that had a door that opened directly outside, Senor Sock would often try to escape. Once when it was below zero out, he was waiting by the door for his chance to get out when I came home. I held the door open for him and he walked about a foot outside the door before deciding that inside was better....

Being a Devon Rex, he had much less fur than the usual cat....

you know you need but say the word and and I will fuck his shit up.

Right behind you with a handfull of smite. Or, you know, we could take turns.

you know you need but say the word and and I will fuck his shit up.

And I'll help dispose of evidence.

Kristin, I'm sorry this med isn't working for you.