...but I know it is, to my husband at least. I've been in this great mood all day, bordering on hypomanic, when the thought to cut came to me. I'm supposed to call my husband before I cut but it just didn't seem like that big of a deal to me. Now I have to go inpatient for something I consider trivial and wreck my plans for the rest of the week and possibly miss my intake appt for the IOP I was planning to attend. My husband is beside himself with worry and I know I should feel repentant for not calling him but I just don't. I have a feeling he's going to leave work early and make me call my therapist who will in turn insist that I go to the regional crisis center which is really icky and the last thing I want to do. Would much rather call the psych hospital for an evaluation so I know where I'm going. It all sucks but I only feel mildly annoyed and slightly surprised at my husband's reaction.