My birthday didn't go too horribly.

Other then the argument near the end of the day and the fact that I didn't hear anything from my aunt. My dad? Yeah I can understand him not going in for that. But my aunt? Well, whatever. There's more important things I want to talk about.

I'm not cutting this because damnit flist, if I'm going through this much pain and this many issues getting help, then I get to share. I don't have to be discreet for the people who'd ignore these kind of things.

So I got in touch with the Native American Health Center in SF and was on the line for about... twenty minutes. No not even being directed to other areas, but just waiting on the line. The only real low-income clinic that does endodontic work first asked this:

1) can you go to another clinic? No, no I can't I can't get to the one up north, and I have nowhere to stay if I go to the one in Richmond. Sorry guys, I've been looking for months and you're what I have to count on.

2) You'd have to pay first, you know that right? Sorry, you also said that I could pay 60%. Now give me a ballpark figure.

3) We can't give you a ballpark figure, we need a consultation first, that will cost you 80-90$. Fine, wonderful. Set that fucker up and then we can talk. Nice to know your low-cost consultation will only run me a cool 100$. I didn't need that money, really.

SO. After being annoying I got a not-really-a-ballpark-figure-but-it-might-be-this price of 700-750$

I need to be able to pay them 60% of it by the end of the month when hopefully my procedure is going to be, otherwise they won't do the procedure. They would in fact, turn my ass away and leave my only hope to the emergency room or bribing a dentist to yank my tooth (this is unlikely since dentists don't like to pull teeth unless they're completely rotted).

By January I need to have roughly 540-550$.

I make 416$ a month before bills.

After bills I make 50$ a month.

I have no fucking idea how I'm going to do this.