I’m back. One of my CMHC peeps took me to the ER when I got meds (apparently you shouldn’t be driving 9 hours after taking 8mg of Xanax when you haven’t taken any benzos in months and don’t have a tolerance), and they threatened me with court if I didn’t go to the mental health unit.

11 stitches, 12 steri strips, and glue on four wounds at first. Some glue came off and they put three more strips on. Stitches come out in seven days. Got a K-pin last night and antibiotics (oral&bacitracin) because of course there was/is a crazy amount of infection, other than that things are the same.

I have like no more wound care supplies and the drug store is closed for the night. They want it covered with a non-adhesive, wrapped in gauze for padding, and then a sleeve over it.

This IOP lady for substance use wanted me to get into her program, but it’s until 9pm and I’m too spiritually old for that shyt. Also a long *** drive.