Oh Hell, The Finale: Oh, Shit.

I broke down and went to UMC.

It wasn’t a salivary stone at all. Mea culpa. I was wrong.

Instead, I have been told that apparently the entire lower half of my skull consists of four severly impacted wisdom teeth. One has punctured my maxillary sinus. Another is disrupting the movement of my jawbone. And this one is one giant abscessed mess. I am going to be spending the next few months of my life making friends with oral surgeons. The nurse told me these should have come out a decade ago…and now they’ve grown upwards and forwards. She literally suggested that I was probably lucky I don’t have tusks growing out of the sides of my face like a goddamn triceratops.

Also, I’m borderline diabetic.

I can’t afford this at all. My God. I’m so fucked right now.

0 thoughts on “Oh Hell, The Finale: Oh, Shit.

  1. In a perfect world, people like you would be funded.

    In a better world, you’d have a job and insurance.

    In this world…are you accepting donations?

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