You guys are way too kind to me. I feel like I don't deserve it at all. I feel like an awful person and so I sincerely apologize to anyone who was worried or distressed in any way by that last post. ♥
An update I guess...
I'm not dead.
Or am I?
But I'm definitely not ok. Nothing all that severe happened; it was really just one of those final straw moments--something in my brain broke on Sunday night. I think I have finally reached the point where I can admit that I need help (and y'all know I don't do that easily). The wounds seem to be alright--they're getting regular dousings in alcohol and hydrogen peroxide and bacitracin, and are currently bound up with butterfly bandages and gauze, all of which leaves me walking kind of funny. I shall probably never be able to wear shorts or a bathing suit ever again.
I've got to hold it together until next Wednesday, at which time I shall be Evaluated. It probably should be sooner, but I would much rather be in the primary care of my old shrink and she's not available until then. So the emergency xanax prescription shall hopefully keep me afloat until the Professionals decide whether or not I need a short rest in the home for the bewildered. Since that place makes Hell look like a holiday in the Bahamas, I'm really hoping for Not.