So it’s neither here nor there, and only 3 total people assumed I was lying about the Root Canal fundraiser I’m doing.
Things like “Why is it every month you’re begging for money and pretending you have some medical emergency like your life depends on it?”
And “I can’t keep supporting you, Jay, I’m getting really tired of you constantly needing to do fundraisers and take new commissions to raise ridiculous amounts of money.”
I have horrible anxiety and panic attacks every time I need to take more commissions to cover stupid-ass costs that came out of nowhere, and this is one I was willing to keep sitting on until my teeth started hurting horribly bad.
I am currently typing this in absolute constant excruciating pain, and showing the paperwork showing that I do not have medical insurance (California declined me MediCal), and I do not have State Disability (California thinks someone with rheumatoid arthritis, anxiety, depression, breathing problems, memory issues and PTSD from an abusive father and my entire town burning down can totally get a job just fine.).
I am not lying. I do not have a reason to lie about things like this.
I’m funneling 100% of my money right now into this. I am eating the remaining cereal and Bush’s Baked Beans I have, and then I’m moving on to green beans. Want pictures of those too? I’ll supply em if y'all want.
My mom is pitching in for Little Caesars Pizza today, so that’s cool.
I am in poverty, my life literally does depend on paying off my debts and paying for my medical bills.
And right now, my tooth REALLY FUCKING HURTS. Good god it’s painful, it’s robbing me of sleep, I’m sleeping with a bag of frozen peas held onto my cheek with the strap to my CPAP machine.
I’d like to point out that Patreon is not a good way to get me money right now, I am pausing it for August (I paused for July, too) because my medical issues have made me not able to clear my backlog of art I need to draw for my patrons.
I also have not paid rent in 2 months. I owe my mom $250 a month, and she’s willing to let it slide currently because I’m down on my luck financially and struggling.
Thank you all for understanding. If you can donate, I’d appreciate it. If you can reblog, I’d appreciate it. If you can commission me, I’d appreciate it (Though my commission backlog is full of 63 pictures right now).
And, neither here nor there, but, I also have outstanding PayPal Credit debt, seen here:
To those who are wondering how PayPal Credit works, my credit limit is $5000, and I have an outstanding balance of $4151.86, which means that’s what I owe. I have $848 available which is being used for the root canal.
Neither here nor there, AGAIN, but I also owe someone $4000 because they donated that to help me out of debt a year ago.
There y'all go. The reason I act like my life depends on all this is because it kind of does. California isn’t helping me, social security isn’t helping me, I am a crippled disabled person who is receiving no pity or help from my government. They believe that I’m a perfectly capable person with no issues, as though rheumatoid arthritis and having nightmares about fire and my dad beating me on a regular basis and constantly thinking I’m a failure or retarded because my dad told me that for 25 years is just a completely normal thing and I can totally work at TJ Maxx while suffering from those things.
Thank you for reading and understanding.
I love you.
~Jay
I am continuing this fundraiser today, soon as I have breakfast and take my amoxicillin or however you spell that. See y'all soon!
I wanted to just pay for medical insurance and get my dental work covered, and I came to find that my options are limited.
“Limited” meaning insurance wouldn’t help even if I paid for it.
What I discovered is that if I’m earning 60,000 bucks a year or more, I qualify for medical and dental coverage for 30 bucks a month.
They WILL NOT, however, cover any major procedures (like my root canal) unless I pay in for 2 years on average, at which point they’ll cover a whopping 30% of the procedure and the rest has to come from my pocket.
But I don’t make 60k a year. I make something like 3-4 thousand a year. In 2018, the year of the last 3 conventions I went to, I made 36,000 and the IRS won’t shut the fuck up about my 2018 tax return. I’ve been denied three stim checks, THREE, because they’re like “Hmmm, says here you made 36,000 in 2018”
I even got billed 633 bucks by the IRS because of 2018, because they ignored that I still came out of 2018 with negative 2 grand (PayPal Credit Debt)
So what DO I qualify for? MediCal. Since I make so little, my only option is the free healthcare option, of which I’ve been declined for when applying 3 times in a row now because they refuse to believe I can’t make money, because they keep looking at 2018 and going “HMMM, SAYS HERE YOU MADE 36 GRAND THAT YEAR”
I even called a few insurance companies and flat out asked if we could forego all that credit shit and I just pay them, out of pocket, for a full year of insurance up front, like 500-ish dollars out of pocket for a year of medical and dental
Their response? “You just don’t earn enough money for us to believe you can honor that.”
They literally won’t even let me pay for coverage. They literally are denying me despite that I want to just pay up front for a full year’s coverage.
I had one of them explain to me, paraphrasing by the way, that “We can’t cover you even if you paid for a year up front, because since you’re so low income we have reason to believe you’d be a medical liability. You can’t be healthy if you can’t afford to be healthy so it would be a loss for us.”
American motherfucking health care, ladies and gents.
So it’s neither here nor there, and only 3 total people assumed I was lying about the Root Canal fundraiser I’m doing.
Things like “Why is it every month you’re begging for money and pretending you have some medical emergency like your life depends on it?”
And “I can’t keep supporting you, Jay, I’m getting really tired of you constantly needing to do fundraisers and take new commissions to raise ridiculous amounts of money.”
I have horrible anxiety and panic attacks every time I need to take more commissions to cover stupid-ass costs that came out of nowhere, and this is one I was willing to keep sitting on until my teeth started hurting horribly bad.
I am currently typing this in absolute constant excruciating pain, and showing the paperwork showing that I do not have medical insurance (California declined me MediCal), and I do not have State Disability (California thinks someone with rheumatoid arthritis, anxiety, depression, breathing problems, memory issues and PTSD from an abusive father and my entire town burning down can totally get a job just fine.).
I am not lying. I do not have a reason to lie about things like this.
I’m funneling 100% of my money right now into this. I am eating the remaining cereal and Bush’s Baked Beans I have, and then I’m moving on to green beans. Want pictures of those too? I’ll supply em if y'all want.
My mom is pitching in for Little Caesars Pizza today, so that’s cool.
I am in poverty, my life literally does depend on paying off my debts and paying for my medical bills.
And right now, my tooth REALLY FUCKING HURTS. Good god it’s painful, it’s robbing me of sleep, I’m sleeping with a bag of frozen peas held onto my cheek with the strap to my CPAP machine.
I’d like to point out that Patreon is not a good way to get me money right now, I am pausing it for August (I paused for July, too) because my medical issues have made me not able to clear my backlog of art I need to draw for my patrons.
I also have not paid rent in 2 months. I owe my mom $250 a month, and she’s willing to let it slide currently because I’m down on my luck financially and struggling.
Thank you all for understanding. If you can donate, I’d appreciate it. If you can reblog, I’d appreciate it. If you can commission me, I’d appreciate it (Though my commission backlog is full of 63 pictures right now).
And, neither here nor there, but, I also have outstanding PayPal Credit debt, seen here:
To those who are wondering how PayPal Credit works, my credit limit is $5000, and I have an outstanding balance of $4151.86, which means that’s what I owe. I have $848 available which is being used for the root canal.
Neither here nor there, AGAIN, but I also owe someone $4000 because they donated that to help me out of debt a year ago.
There y'all go. The reason I act like my life depends on all this is because it kind of does. California isn’t helping me, social security isn’t helping me, I am a crippled disabled person who is receiving no pity or help from my government. They believe that I’m a perfectly capable person with no issues, as though rheumatoid arthritis and having nightmares about fire and my dad beating me on a regular basis and constantly thinking I’m a failure or retarded because my dad told me that for 25 years is just a completely normal thing and I can totally work at TJ Maxx while suffering from those things.
I have no insurance because of the line above, but what I do have is an abscessed tooth that needs a root canal and a crown on the 26th, both of which I can’t hecking afford.
So, I’m doing a fundraiser. That’s all there is to it.
Commissions are encouraged until I reach the goal of $4,000 USD, donations are welcome, and please help me make my tooth stop hurting I can’t hecking sleep.
Everyone in this universe has a “Later” following them around, which is themself from 5 years in the future. However, nobody can see their own Later, everyone else has to tell them about it.
Also, the choices a person makes determines what their Later looks like, so people can help steer them on a path that makes their Later look all nice and cleaned up and healthy.
People without a Later will die within 5 years unless they reroute their life path in a way that makes them live.
The Later can talk to other people, but can’t be seen or heard, at all, by the original person.
Story revolves around a person who other people keep claiming “Oh, your Later just disappeared, maybe we shouldn’t do this.”
But the audience never sees the main character’s Later, and therefore is left guessing if the other characters throughout are telling the truth or not.
