so today i spent my day in my lovely local ER. :P NOT REALLY. I got there around 11:45am so I could get stitches (or at least some type of wound care) and didn't get to leave until around 6. I was delirious from hospital sounds. Oddly enough, there is a Dr. Pepper working at the hospital,haha. I got to hear about the patient in the next room's rectal bleeding, a daughter try to pretend she takes good care of her mother who has dementia.....etc. It was a pretty shitty day. I feel like SHIT. I cant cut anymore on that arm because there isn't any room on the bottom and if i cut again my ass is going IP. I managed to avoid IP this time by letting Olivia out because she's my public relations girl (haha). She answered the questions pleasantly when needed and added dramatic sighs when our crazy past (hospital-wise) was questioned. I just sat in the empty psych. room (that's where they moved me so they could have the medical bed and so the psych. nurse could evaluate me. Oh yes, BTW, i dunno if i already said it but it was too late for stitches. Yeah, great. I need an excuse for work about this bandage (my staff were nice enough to re-wrap it- the hospital used like 239258i39 feet of wrapping gauze so i looked like a Yeti.) So far I have decided i will just wear long sleeves and tough it out for a bit. My second excuse is (I told them before that i fell up some concrete steps) that my "old scrape" got infected or something. I feel so shitty. Wanting to cut *so* badly!! I dunno what the hell is wrong with me. I don't know what I need or want. Blah. well, it's almost that lovely curfew time, so i'd better go. <3,



-molliebear and all