It's official. We're going to the hospital to check H in for self-injury.
She's napping right now, and i'm waiting for a package or i'd be napping right along with her. I'm so exhausted. Last night i was up late. I needed to go to the store to get more bandages (also something to keep the dogs from eating each other's poo, but that's a story for a whole 'nother blog, brother), but i couldn't leave her alone, and she didn't want to go with, so i had to wait until she fell asleep. I had decided that i'd wait until just after her routine midnight bathroom excursion, which never came, so i headed out at 2am and didn't get back until 3. (I was also looking for a specific brand of stuffed animal to surprise her with, which neither of the two stores i visited carried, probably since they're apparently only sold online, which i didn't find out until this morning.)
Anyway, i ended up not going to sleep until almost 5am, preferring instead to sit up worrying, i guess. I woke up, of course, to a fairly bloody girlfriend. Crap! Thankfully, she's still only using very small, short things, so she's not doing any particularly bad or permanent damage.
I need to shower somehow amid all of this chaos, also, or nobody's going to be incredibly pleased to be in the same city as me, at least not during the same epoch.
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