Just at the moment in time where cutting myself seemed like a good idea, I stepped out of my room to apply a salve of aloe vera to Henrietta.  She is angry and violent.  I have an inflatable neck collar on her, to curb her self-mutilation, but she finds ways to hurt herself.  And me.  She stuck me in my fore-arm, bitching the whole way about what a wanker I am, in general.  She may be right.  But her making me bleed for a moment brought me back to the fact that I shouldn't do it to myself.