Aura V. @auravulpes@computerfairi.es

It's been about an hour since I took my second dose of doxycycline and I seem to be fine, occasional nausea flareup notwithstanding. This time I ate half a peanut butter sandwich beforehand, nibbled the other half afterwards, and have been sipping ginger ale since I took it. I'm not quite in the clear yet, but I think I'll actually be able to make it through the next 13 doses (maybe 12, depending on how they're working, but I lost the first dose of 14 this morning, so 13 to go?)

"Indiana Jones and......the goblet of fire.
'You're a wizard, Indy!'"

The email thing mightn't work out because my deadname is still my legal name and UTA might be...particular...about that, but it's worth a shot.

At any rate, I confidently introduced myself as Katlynn, so that's good! Woo for not hesitating before giving my name!

Anyways, so LGBT people! I talked to someone! It was actually one of the people with the sexual assault prevention program on campus, but she was able to give me an idea of what the LGBT program could do and offered to give my info to the director of that and have her contact me. So, at some point, I'll get some medical resources, as well as maybe some help with getting my email changed to something that doesn't have my deadname in it (maybe)

I should probably take the doxycycline either well before or well after my other meds, just to make sure I'm not puking up my lithium and seroquel. Hopefully, I'm not puking up anything, of course, but, if I am, I'd rather not also be losing the psychiatric meds.

So, next steps on that are to try taking the doxycycline with food. If that helps, good! If it doesn't, then I'm gonna have to call my doctor tomorrow and try to get on some other antibiotic. But, baby steps. I've got ginger ale to help calm my stomach and I'll try taking it with some bread or something to see if that helps first.

So, after my...unfortunate incident...earlier, I have mostly recovered. I was able to go to my partial differential equations course at 12:30, make my therapy appointment at 2:30, and even stop by the LGBT office nearby afterwards! And talk to people! Woo!

I was prescribed doxycycline for possible epididymitis, and, well, I may have just puked up a large portion of the medication

Note to self: don't take new meds right before class, especially is upset stomach is a possible side effect 🤮

Now we return to your regularly scheduled foxgirl

In conclusion, none of this is particularly important for any of you, I wouldn't suppose, and I still don't understand friends. El fin (¿fín?).

But, yeah, kind of a fear that, like, my attempt to make a friend would come off as me just wanting in their pants. So, add that to my mental issues, I guess. Anxiety over that as well. Woo.

Part of my fear in talking to these people, incidentally, is the fact I still come off as male and I'm worried my presence probably won't be wanted. I mean, I'd still probably worry about the latter if I woke up in a female form tomorrow, but the fact I come off as male just makes it that much worse for my brain. That and, well, most people don't tend to like strangers coming up outta nowhere and talking to them, do they?

Incidentally, of those folx from PHP, one of them I actually wanted to talk to, but was too intimidated. She was the kinda girl with dyed hair that I see and think "I bet she'd be cool to hang out with" but am too scared to actually talk to. That's girls with dyed hair for me: probably cool, but scary. You pretty much have to talk to me. (IRL, that is. On here, well...if you want *actual* talking, it's the same story.)

I don't make friends. I end up with them. This is the story of my life.

You may remember a few months ago when I posted a picture of me in a halloween costume. I was going out with some folx that night, specifically, folx I met in PHP. The second day I was there, I talked in the lobby with a guy who had to leave early the first day. Later, in the PHP room, he was talking with someone I'd met the previous day. Next thing I know, I hear my name. Shortly after, I get summoned to join them. The next week, we went to a club together.