Brandon's front tooth broke in half.

They cannot put a new tooth in until January 19th. Because Wal*Mart stole his dental insurance. They told him he had insurance. They apparently were not billing him for said insurance. Brandon is now sans a front tooth. Until halfway through January.

The wedding has been pushed back AGAIN. He cannot marry me until it is in. You must have front teeth in your wedding pictures. No ifs. No ands. No buts. Front teeth are not optional.


On top of this, I now have carpel tunnel--wait, TENDONITIS. They wouldn't give me the test for carpel tunnel, but it's fucking carpel tunnel either way. There is nothing else it could be.

It hurts to do anything anymore, even type this. I have to wear braces all the time. I've been assured that the pain will lessen if I only use my hands for 15 minutes at a time when I'm not at work.

Which, lovely enough, means almost no computer surfing [I will miss you, MLIA!] no Wii, no DSi, no drawing, sewing, painting, sculpting, or anything else I enjoy if I'm going to be able to lessen/handle the pain of going to work.


My fiance has no front tooth, and I have carpel tunnel. And nobody is going to help us get those two problems solved.

My life is no longer stagnent, it's now in a downwards spiral.

Oh, and all my coworkers are getting pregnant again. Must be getting cold out. Now I have to watch a new slew of babies knitting themselves together on a molecular level, while the last batch of them pops out of the sluts that have been bragging about being single/unmarried/slutty moms for the last nine months.


What do I get? Shitty apartment, shitty job, toothless fiance, no dental, and carpel tunnel.

FML