"I don’t want to start any blasphemous rumours
But I think that god’s got a sick sense of humor
And when I die I expect to find him laughing"

Sick.
Hurt.
Hurting.
Stressed.

I think tomorrow is going to pretty much decide for me whether I walk out on my job or not.

I still have a job, such as things stand with it. Got to work at 10, left at 10:30 to work more on the training discs. Completed one entirely, one left to go. And looks like I'll be off work another day to finish entirely. I'll be working for a few more hours still on the second disc. If I'm lucky, I'll get half of it done and have half of it to do ( Read more... )

My mouth still hurts, but it's easier to control that with the vicodin. But that's all just a hayride compared to the rest of life, right now ( Read more... )

I suppose the good news is my molars aren't as bad as I thought. They can save 2 of them. However, 17 cavities, one impacted canine, and deep cleaning and scaling to the tune of almost $2400 is enough to make me want to cry ( Read more... )

it feels like my teeth are trying to claw their way out of my jaw. I've been reduced to a whimpering, pitious thing.

oooOOOOooo.... Pictures!!

Hunter!!

I'd rather be in labor, right now, than dealing with my mouth. That has to say a lot about the pain it's giving me ( Read more... )

I now have two more holes in my body. Metal jabbed through.. *mmmm*... *cough ( Read more... )

Is there anything you want from me ( Read more... )

Where do I even start ( Read more... )