First, a very, very big thank you to everyone for your well wishes and blessings! The comments (<3 lj friends), sms and calls really did a ton to make me feel better. The friends who are there, smsing through each step of the way - what would I have done otherwise? Especially to M, S, A, X, J, F, and some others (I hope you guys know who you are! public displays of affection are very hard for me so alphabets they shall remain :D) In fact I only plucked up the courage to go to the hospital after T's advice, and thank goodness I did :)
I've been extra emotional since the incident (seriously), and am really feeling thankful for all the little things and realising just how blessed I am. Been to an emergency dentist visit, gotten temporary braces, medication, and an expectation of many visits to come as they work on each tooth (I don't know how many crownings and/or implants I'm in for yet), living on a liquid diet. Been to the A & E, got warded, CT scanned, and released thankfully with no damage to the head found (that should be conclusive right?). If all goes well, hopefully the post-concussion headaches and dizziness will pass with some time, and the teeth operations won't be too many.
I've also realised how dependent I am on my parents and how much I admire and love them. From on-the-spot rationale decision making, to dropping work just to come and give me support, to my mum taking care of my every meal and dad coming home earlier from work to talk to me more. Then there's the no-expense-spared attitude when it comes to making sure I'm okay and well taken care of - health and safety first, don't worry about the cost. It's something they may not even do for themselves, and I cannot ask for any more. It makes me fear losing them even more (as if my paranoia isn't strong enough already - when my dad goes running i wonder if he'll fall and get hit by a car. yeeep).
And I realise I've prayed, so much more than I have in a long time. It's time I seriously sit down and think about where I'm going with my faith.