...the dentist got a piece of metal stuck in my tooth...
I'm having a bad day. Actually, a bad couple of days. If you count Monday, which I would, a total of 3 bad days in the same week. Not a good thing, lemme tell ya.
Monday I had a root canal. It was supposed to be all one shot, they dig out the tooth, they give me a filling, then I come back later for a cap on the tooth. Then, the dentist got a piece of metal stuck in my tooth. It broke off from one of the tools he used to scrape out my tooth. He says I have to see a specialist to get the piece out. I asked him if it wouldn't be better just to pull the tooth, but since that tooth has such good roots, he didn't want to.
When I left that day it didn't hurt too bad. I went to Crue Fest on Tuesday, had a nice day off on Wednesday, and then it started to hurt a little. As of yesterday it was excruciating. To the point I had to take my
I couldn't eat. Then on top of all that, I've gained weight. Not alot. Just like, a pound over the last 2 days. I expected to gain a little because, lets face it, I wasn't eating perfectly on my two days off. Not alot of choices at the concert, then the next day was popcorn and stuff because we spent 6+ hours in a movie theater. Though I have to say I did try to cut back on the other food I ate because I knew I was eating alot of popcorn.
I even jumped on the treadmill yesterday for 31 minutes. Today though, I was up .7 lbs. I really shouldn't let it bother me, but combined with the other crap...arg.
So in addition to all that, I got a letter that I was going to be garnished. Now, I haven't mentioned it, because I've been working on my WLS blog more than this one, but I have an appointment with a lawyer today for bankruptcy. I know he's going to fix it, but in the meantime we're down $283 bucks on a check that was already short from time off a few weeks ago. I am not looking forward to telling my BF.
The garnishment is coming from one of my medical bills from last year, which got me to thinking. I have a friend, who also has cancer, (I'll call him Dude) and because he worked for a TV company was able to raise himself a good chunk of change to help cover his medical bills. He even got to go to Disneyland, and he's still asking people for money, and I think he's selling cancer t-shirts too. Now, don't get me wrong, he's my friend and all so I don't begrudge him the help, but I can't help feeling a little abandoned that no one really helped me. I've had that donation button up on my site since I was diagnosed, and it had one hit.
I'm not trying to make you people feel guilty or anything. This is my blog, and I'm venting. So don't make any changes on account of these statements. I'm just feeling jealous that Dude was able to get help, and I wasn't. I'm jealous that people care about him and not about me. I'm upset because the people I'm really close to that would have helped are all broke and/or welfare recipients. And I'm pissed that I didn't go to college and get rich and not have to be in this damn situation in the first place.
I'm having a bad day.
Wish me luck with the lawyer.