I saw my pdoc today for the first time since my suicide attempt about 10 days ago. He really wanted to know why my husband didn't take me to the hospital and he called that negligent. He called my husband while I was in his office to get the whole story. I have absolutely no memory for that day, so I wasn't much help.

After talking to my husband, he felt that my husband had taken slight steps to take care of me, but he still felt it was pretty neglectful for him not to take me to the ER. With the amount of meds I took, he is really relieved I didn't go into respiratory failure.

I'm sad tonight. I know my husband was disgusted with me. Was that his reason for letting it go? I don't know. I was completely out of my mind that weekend. I don't know.

Oh, the verdicts in. I'm only a half match for my sister's bone marrow. I won't be able to be her donor. Very sad about that.

Just bummed I guess.