24 hours down....

So it's been 24 hours since I had my strange moment and decided it would be a good idea to cut my arms. I'm now armed (no pun intended) with butterfly stitches in my medical box, just in case and have some lovely stitches on my left arm to remind me of my stupidity.Tomorrow is P day. My first appointment with my  new pdoc. I'm a mixture of nervous, excited and anxious. After my last one I just pray this one is a wee bit nicer to me and understanding. I already know from a telephone conversation that he's not happy with my medication so fingers crossed this time we get it right.I'm strangely feeling quite proud of me just now, I've felt like crap all night and morning and yet still I haven't cut.