I've really fucked up today.
I've not been feeling well for a while, with thoughts of harming getting stronger. I harmed this evening. Stupid thing was we had a lovely day with the DCs. Went to the zoo and generally had a wonderful time.
I've managed to land myself a referral to the specialist plastic surgery hospital in the area because minor injuries were unable to sort it and the big hospital would do the same anyway. But I need an assessment from the crisis team first. The MIU didn't have a crisis team and they were already closed by the time they had finished having a look at me and sorting the referral. They told me to drive over to the big hospital to be seen by the crisis team so that the specialist place can make an appointment.
I've really fucked up, I thought I would be in and out in half an hour. I wasn't. DP is really angry with me and made me come home. I'm going to see the crisis team in the morning. Waiting in a&e all night to be seen would be hellish.
I am supposed to be at work tomorrow. It's an important day, but obviously I can't go. DP is so a ft with me. I'll have to get up in the morning with the DCs. I might just goingoing work anyway. The MIU did a good job at patching t up for the meanwhile, which is fine so long as I don't move too much.
Fuck Fuchs fuck fuck fuckety fuck. I feel so ashamed, I didn't mean for it to be that bad and now I've got myself into a ridiculous mess