After feeling a little under the weather yesterday, I awoke this morning feeling much better. So I made my way downtown, ready for a good day at work. The first hour was dead, but just before my 9:00 o'clock time call, I got a call for a couple deliveries. I picked them up and dropped off the first one. As I was making my way to the second location, disaster struck! I was coming out of a parking lot where the exit comes out across a sidewalk and then onto eighth avenue, which is a two way street. Being a two way street, you have to check both ways for traffic before getting onto the road. That's what I was doing as I hopped off the curb. There was a big puddle on the road right where I was hopping off the sidewalk and I guess I miscalculated how deep it was, cause I was leaning too far forward when I did and my bike simply pivoted over the front wheel. Sending me face first into the pavement with no chance for me to react as I was checking for traffic and by the time I realized what was happening, it was way too late. It felt like forever as my face slammed into the road. I got up and all this blood was gushing from my face. Some lady helped me keep a towel up to my face, some guy called an ambulance, another guy locked up my bike for me and I waved down a courier to deliver my package as at that time I didn't think I would be doing it myself. They were all quite nice and helpful! :)

The paramedics basically helped me clean all the blood off and sent me on my way. My lip was [is] split open, and I went to a clinic to get it sewn up, but they took forever and I couldn't wait anymore. It's funny, they had a sign saying that they don't help people on a "first come, first serve" basis, that the most urgent situations get dealt with first. Well, I was the only one covered in blood with obvious injuries, yet they helped a whack of people before me, none with any visible problems. Bastards.

None of this would have been a big deal for me, really. Hell, I probably have just wiped away the blood and gone back to work had that been the extent of my injuries. Unfortunately, as my face was mashed into the asphalt, it felt like my two front teeth had been knocked out. It wasn't quite that bad, but one of my front teeth had a big chunk knocked out of it. I went to the dentist, they got me in for an x-ray pretty quick. Tomorrow I go in to get some filling material put in, and hopefully that will be good enough. He said there's a chance the nerve in my tooth could die. In which case, I'll need a root canal. And maybe more? I don't know, and that's the thing I hate about this. I have no dental and dentists always seem to want to do more and more work. [$$$] Hell, today they tried to get me to do a cleaning when I get this filling thing done tomorrow. And I need a bunch of other work done as well, I'm sure they'll mention that when they get a look inside my mouth. I am poor, comprende?

So that's how I got the day off today. I don't feel too bad. My face feels a little raw, like it's been dragged across the pavement for a bit. I'm just pissed about my tooth.