Dental Drama
Oh, shit. I guess I’m gonna need a root canal on number 2 after all. It’s been hurting alot for the last couple of days and I spent all day in my cubicle, doing my work under the buzzy bliss of a nice painkiller that I’ve had in my medicine chest for a year.
I called my dentist, basically to say “What the fuck?!?” She indicated that I had three options: immediate root canal ($960), emergency pulpectomy ($275 up front + $960 later), or extraction ($275). The problem is that I’ve got about $50 left over in this paycheck, after rent and dentist. And I think I’ve spent 30 of it so far.
My HR goddess told me that we could arrange something with the company, to get me out of pain, where I could just have some money withheld from my paycheck until I pay it off. Grateful, I told her I’d talk to my dentist about what we’re going to do. Secretly, if I could get a significant raise to something resembling market, I wouldn’t be in this vice grip. It’s cool of my company to come to my rescue, though.
And that, kids, is why you want not to default on your student loans. It fucks up your credit, so if you need root canals, you can’t put it on your credit cards. So, keep track of your shit. Alright?