by Shelt Garner
I’ve been living in denial long enough — I have a cavity. I’m also very, very poor. And I also have a novel I want to finish before I croke and / or The Fourth Turning happens.
So, there is a growing sense of urgency. But anything to do with one’s teeth when you’re poor usually is expensive and takes a long time, so I face the looming prospect of having to go through a certain amount of hell between now and whenever the situation gets fixed.
The whole thing sucks so bad. It makes me wish we had socialized medicine in the United States so poor people could at least afford to get their teeth looked at when something went wrong.
But here I am. Poor and having to process that it will suck to be me for the immediate future. I guess I can be grateful I’m still alive.