For want of a tooth...

[trinityofone]

Thank you, everyone, for all the thoughtful advice you gave me yesterday. It was really appreciated, and empowering, and I was starting to feel brave and ready to do something.

Then I went to my second dentist appointment this morning.

The two cavities are worse than they thought. At the very least, I need root canals; at worst, the teeth are going to have to be replaced. Months of work are going to be involved, and thousands of dollars.

So...that's it. I can't quit. Because of my fucking teeth, I have to stay at this job that I hate.

I just...y'know, if this were a novel, this would be the kind of plot twist that would really piss me off. You can change your life but what's stopping you is DENTISTRY? What bullshit is this?

Anyway. I'm back at the office now with temporary fillings, puffy chipmunk cheeks, and a head woozy from Novocain, which is also probably the only thing that's keeping me from smashing stuff. I know that this is not a tragedy; this is an inconvenience, an annoyance. I'm not actually ill, so it could be a lot worse; with my insurance and those savings I was talking about, I will even be able to afford this (I think), although all that fallback money is going to be gone. It could be so much worse.

But I'm furious at myself, and I guess at the world? At TPTB? Fate? Way to give me a big old FU, guys; I think I got the message.

So, I guess it's back to work.

Sigh.

Comments

[siria]

Oh, honey, I am so sorry. *hugs* Have you looked at your insurance package to see how quickly you can go through with the procedures, and if there is a possibility to extend the insurance past the date of termination of employment? There might be a loophole, if you are lucky.

Also, I thoroughly advocate you smashing something, or at least punching something. There's lots of inherited crap in your office, right? Find something ugly and break it.

*hugs once more*

[trinityofone.livejournal.com]

I'm going to look it over again when I'm at home and not stoned, but I think no matter what it's going to be tough because these procedures are expensive to begin with. Oh why oh why do we not have socialized medicine? *moves to Canada*

I almost threw the Chicago Manual of Style across the room, but I managed to restrain myself. I think I'll just simmer quietly.

*hugs you tight*

[siria]

Because you are not crazy pinko commie liberal like Canadians and Europeans.

Throw the damn manual. It needs a good work-out.

*clings to you* You will get through this! Get your mom to feed you and give you hugs in my absence--tell her I said so!