Monoma: hi, I just cracked all the way down my spine and loudly moaned in front of my parents. Does anyone have any cool headstone ideas cos I’m ready to fucking die-
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At the time I’m writing this, I have about seven hours until my top teeth (yes, all of them) and my remaining bottom back teeth are surgically extracted. I wasn’t prepared for this. I’m disabled, trans, and living in a trailer that my landlord/mother charges me 3/4 of my SSI check for. I will never be able to afford dentures.
I can’t help but feel that Crohn’s disease is eating me alive bit by bit. In the past five years I’ve lost six feet of intestine, my colon, my gallbladder, several teeth, and now nine more. I risk the infection spreading further into my jaw bone if I delay any longer.
I am not doing well. I would like some help, please. I won’t be able to keep my weight stable on the diet I have to follow to keep my celiac, crohns, and ileostomy under control if I have no teeth to bite or chew with. The last time I couldn’t eat, I dropped to 92lbs. I am 5’4. I look ‘healthy’ at 140. I could probably get by for a while if I could get some high protein boost or ensure but the price has moved way beyond my means.
If you can help, please do
$jacksoquick <—-ca$h apples
@jacksoquick <—- ven Elmo
Embarrassing as hell but if you can share this, it may help me find somebody able to lend a hand
Edit: if I get $30 I can buy a 24 pack and that’ll give me two liquid meals a day for 12 days. That’s real, tangible, life altering help and I will repay your kindness with a video of my cat when she was six months old trying to unlock a door with her teeth and then spazzing away to play dumb when she realizes I’m recording her
And scandalous pics of her with her brother looking like I’ve just caught them in a compromising position
Update: Jaw infected, pain severe, groggy the teeth are out and I hate it they took my last dime for norco
update2: fully awake now and learned they had to 'trim' the jaw bone what the fuck does that even mean, they swore it won't make me look any stranger than normal but i don't understand how long that takes to recover from or what they've done or anything, they just shoved me out the door and into my ride's car
I can feel a lot more stitches in my mouth than we talked about doing
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Day three of holding everyone’s laundry hostage until my father takes a shower.
The last of my father’s beloved white socks have fallen to the filth. There is little hope, and even less in terms of rest. The battle is ongoing, and it feels often that I am fighting alone. Morale is low; my ally in this conflict, mother, is injured. I long for the days when I can rest. When this war will cease, and all will be clean again. The dishes done, the people bathed, the laundry washed and folded. Alas. We know the struggle will never end.
I am Sisyphus, and my father’s horrid stench and apathy are forever my boulder.
My father is a war profiteer, and I am a hapless young recruit greeting a doomed mission.
Last shower date: December 25th, 2023
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