Jun 241 min read

Battle and what happened

I am freaking out about having my teeth removed today, terrified that I might die like my friend Michaanne. Maybe not from the removal itself, but from complications afterward. I don't know what will happen. I've made a list of instructions and songs for my funeral/show in case I do die. I've even created pictures and collages of the videos I want played and sent them to my friend Sheila. This fear is overwhelming, but I'm trying to prepare for the worst just in case.

WHAT HAPPENED

After arriving and filling out the paperwork for my 9 a.m. appointment, my nerves were shot. It was freezing in there, and with my mom by my side, I felt like I was going to throw up. An hour passed, and other patients were already being seen. I assumed the delay was because they were rushing to deliver my teeth after losing my molds. Finally, I asked what the problem was. The receptionist went to check but never gave me an answer. Two hours later, they called me back and started hooking me up to monitors. Then they informed me that the teeth had not arrived and asked if they should proceed. I couldn't imagine waking up without any teeth; it would be like a bad nightmare. I went crazy, yelling and screaming, only to leave without any resolution. I went home and slept all day with a pounding headache.