Yep, this is my thread for misc mental health screeching. Sunday I jumped under a bus. Fucking survived (as you can see). Relatively un-mangled - just the back of my head and some joints are fucked. Went around the general ward in a concussed daze until today. Missed the psychs because I was too hazy. They were supposed to come back today. They never did. I am so fucking angry. I'd expected to make it into the slightly less oppressive psych hospital by the end of today. No such fucking luck. Yuck and argh.
