So im a teenage girl growing up in the City. Faced with all the usual teenage drama: boys, make-up, mother-dearest, etc. And, Oh yeah. I'm bipolar.



Sunday, 26 September 2010

Muscle is yellow

Well kids, in today's practical we have learnt that when you cut through your skin into the muscle it appears yellow before it bleeds. Ouchy.

Very irritating I cut myself but it went too deep, it was on the side of my arm though so not dangerous. I stitched it up myself with steristrips but then panicked and thought I needed to go to hospital to get it properly stitched up. Problem is, I had to let my parents know because I couldn't drive there myself obviously! Anyways that meant exposing the fact that I have been cutting myself. So very unnecessarily devastated parents. And lock down on activities and monitoring. That sucks.

Thursday, 23 September 2010

Ahh now I get it

Turns out a scalpel is the way to go and luckily we have one in a sterilisation travel kit for africa. Much better.

Wednesday, 22 September 2010

Self harm

I've recently got into cutting my arm. Not to kill my self. I'm not even particularily depressed at the moment. Its more just to see how far I can go. It started off as barely surface scratches and they're gradually getting deeper but it doesn't hurt. I have a very high pain tolerance and if I concentrate hard I can turn off pain altogether in any situation. So even though I don't feel the pain, the reason I build up the depth gradually is that I don't like the feel it makes as your doing it. Its like the sound of chalk on a blackboard but a sensation. It rips rather than tears smoothly. Bit annoying. O well I'll keep trying.