In the psychiatrist waiting room. Half an hour early so I can have a chance to cool down. I’m going to be sick.
1.35am I need to try and get some sleep even though I haven’t been asleep before 3am for weeks Anxiety levels are through the roof. Psychiatrist at 10.30 tomorrow. Oh man.
I’ve been disassociating a lot lately, I only just realised that it actually existed. I thought I had split personalities or something. Something else to bring up on Monday along with BPD. Ugh.
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Went to the Caredoc (emergency/weekend doctor) and she took out my stitches :D she was so nice and she looked like Jane Goodall which made me like her even more.
She prescribed an antibiotic cream and gave out about the fact that I should have been told to get them removed.
I’m so relieved. :)
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2 of my stitches are infected badly. The thread is being swallowed by my arm with the swelling. Caredoc later on. Yey.
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Just screwed up one of my stitches. Pretty sure a couple are infected despite my miticilous cleaning regime. Going to ask for them to be removed next week. I’m not waiting any longer for them to ‘disolve’.
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Need to make a list for psychiatrist for Monday but lazy.
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