Monday evening, on the way home from work, I was blogging it up on my phone about how my first "Casual Carpool" experience went. I had written about how I traveled only two stops from my BART station. I described saving $3.25 by getting off at Lafayette and then hopping into a stranger's car (just like mom & dad always taught). But it's a normal thing around here. Single occupancy drivers pickup passengers to have three total to use the carpool lane AND save on the tolls. Passengers get a "free" ride into the city - well, for me, only $1.75 to get to Lafayette. I had written about my "interesting" first experience. Jamie was with me in the front - we got in a niiice BMW with a dog in the back seat (sweetest dog ever) laying out and putting his head on my lap. Good ol' Buster.
But that blog never got posted. Instead, last night, I got out of the BART, started scooting home, was at a crosswalk, thought I could safely use the upward slope from street to sidewalk, but as I was avoiding different couples walking...
*BAM*
...everything went dark. I suddenly couldn't see a thing as I was continuing to hold on to the scooter handles then went face first into the concrete. No, not face first... two front teeth first. I laid there for only a quick moment then quickly got up and right away I knew something wasn't right. My teeth were loose and I couldn't close my mouth properly. The sweetest couple came along and tried helping. "Oh my gawd, you're bleeding very badly." I grabbed a shirt from my backpack and stared at them and kept saying, "Oh, man, this is bad. This is very bad."
I did what I do and kept cracking jokes about the situation - about how it was my first time riding into work with the scooter, how my wife was in NYC, how I had no idea that would happen, how I was new to the area with no dentist, and so on & so on & so on. They couldn't believe I was making light of the situation and they kinda came off feeling guilty for laughing. I had to explain that, yes, I already had an overbite and not to be alarmed about that. Then... Jamie, my hero, came along and she made sure I made it safely home.
Once I got home, I immediately emailed my coworkers to let them know the situation then proceeded to try to find a dentist. It's been quite the journey since yesterday but here I am. At home. In pain now that the drugs are wearing off after being worked on by an oral surgeon. My two front teeth were pushed back up where they belong. Actually, they might be situated a little better. They used wires on the upper portions of my teeth to keep them all in place. Basically, the good teeth to the left & right are supporting my two fronts. And, now, I'm feeling that wire grating into my gums... and the insides of my mouth. Ow.
Anyway, I love that I have Facebook to share throughout the day what happened to me. It's good to have my supporting friends/family share kind words (and hella funny ones too) virtually while I'm so far from everyone. Hopefully, I can get a good night of sleep... and wake up bright & early feeling better and ready to get a lot of reporting done from home.
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