That thing I forgot to mention …

I reread my blog entry from earlier today and realized I totally forgot to mention one other thing that happened this week. You know, that time I had a surprise root canal.

Omg whoops! How did that slip my mind?

So a long time ago (December 2005) in a land far away (Dorchester), I went out shopping. For a grab gift. For a holiday party. I was going to. That night. (Nothing like leaving things til the last minute, huh Jenny?) I remember the afternoon exactly. It was cloudy out, it had been raining and was still misting. As I approached the intersection at the end of my street, I saw the light had turned yellow so I slowed to a stop. Just as the guy behind me decided to floor it.

Weeeee! Rear ended. Not just rear ended. My face slammed on the steering wheel, and I later found out my car was totaled. Not just totaled but the frame of the car had been bent. The guy who hit me? The front of his car shattered. No seriously. Like glass.

Though I don’t entirely remember, I exchanged information with the driver and got myself home.

Then the pain set in. I couldn’t see. I literally could not open my eyes my head hurt so bad.

I called my Dad and he brought me to the ER where they told me (and this is exactly how they explained it to me. Or at least how I remember them explaining it to me.) “Basically you were hit so hard that your brain hit your skull and that’s what’s causing the pain and photophobia.”

My Dad had to wake me up every hour that night to make sure I wasn’t dead. Or something. Again, I had just been hit. The details are fuzzy. But that’s the gist.

Over the next couple of weeks I got to have CAT scans and face exams. Exciting.

After it all, I was deemed fine. Except FOUR YEARS LATER. By my dentist.

“Remember that car accident …. yeah sometimes things pop up later. I’m sending you to an endodontist for a second opinion on this tooth.”

Cut to Tuesday. My consultation. For the second opinion.

“Yeah, you need a root canal. So do you wanna just do it or make an appointment and come back.”

“Um. What?”

“Do you have an hour?”

“Huh? I guess? Is this going to hurt? Wait! Am I going to hear anything? Like drilling?! (yeah pause for laughter here folks) I passed out watching the video about getting my wisdom teeth out! I get nervous about this stuff. OMG. Can I wear my iPod??”

I laid down in the chair, shaking. YES SHAKING. White knuckled. iPod turned up all the way and that endodontist had at my mouth.

And what I’m about to tell you might shock you: I didn’t feel a thing. It didn’t hurt. At all. Shot of Novocaine and I was good to go. I literally felt the oddly painless sensation of him MOVING MY ROOT, but was fine.

I’m apparently a tougher broad than I thought. I guess after you slam your face on a steering wheel in a car totaling mess of a car accident you toughen up.

Thank you man who hit me in 2005. You’re like the gift that keeps on giving*. Year after freaking year.

*So help me god, if there are anymore weird face things that are a result of this accident, I will hunt you down. And bitch slap you. Cause really? It’s 2009. I would have liked to have left you back in 2005 where you belong.