Ouch

  This morning I had what I figured was a first meeting before scheduling surgery for the thing on my nose. The surgeon explained what she would do and all that, and then she said, "right, I think we're ready." "For what?" I asked. She looked at me as if I was a bit slow and said, "the surgery?" My jaw hit the floor.

I had no idea.

So now I have this giant-ass plaster on my nose and look like I was in a fight.

Fuck

 I sent the proof of my crime to my mother yesterday. She'll probably receive it tomorrow, and then I will have no family left. Oh, gods, I don't want to think about it. People will want to beat me up. Will mum call the cops? Possibly. And I still can't pay my bills this month. I am so utterly fucked.