It was weird. I was getting a coffee and I saw that the Barrista had a scar on her arm. I assumed she got it from bumping against the hot espresso machine and getting a minor burn. Then I wished I worked there so I could get "accidental" burns. Easy to explain where the marks come from.

Later I was buying gifts for my sons and the cashier offered a whole box of sharks teeth and told me I could pick one to take to my son. My husband searched through and found a good one that still had its serrated edge. I suddenly thought that I would be able to use that to cut my arm with.

I am on vacation and have no particular stress right now but I think seeing the barrista's scar set me off.

I am not going to do anything, but I am wondering if I might have been gathering ways to do it once I get home and have stress there again.
That's what i was doing before I went into the hospital last summer. I was taking mental inventory of things I could use. It seemed somewhat involuntary, as these thoughts did today.

I have also been dreaming of being in the hospital in some way every night for several nights in a row.

Yuck.