His cheerful voice made me laugh as he asked "How are you?" I wasn't sure how to intro this one but muttered a "Ummm I'm okayyyyy, but I just got hit by a car". Thankfully he wasn't to far away, still on his way back to Andong from Incheon, and assured me he'd join me as soon as possible. Minutes later the police and paramedics arrived, talked briefly and then ushered me into the ambulance, saying we were headed for Andong Hospital. Of course no one spoke English and the paramedic by my side apologized for such in the most endearing way (he was cute too, which helped). We soon arrived at the hospital where I was guided to the ER and quickly ambushed with doctors, nurses and questions. I'm thinking I should sign up for the TOPIK (Test of proficiency in Korea) test after passing this surprise exam with flying colors, still bleeding and in a bit of shock. I was taken for a head CT and full body x-rays to confirm I didn't injure more than my face, and as I was rolled out of the examination room heard a "Are you okay?" Upon hearing Sam's voice I felt a flood of relief, knowing he would help to sort everything out, but couldn't help laugh in response to his question. The driver and insurance man arrived soon after, at which point I was especially grateful for Sam's presence. Thankfulness ensued when the man who hit me expressed great sympathy and told me not to worry, everything would be taken care of. Until this point I hadn't really given much thought to the monetary complications of this whole mess, but it was nice to be told not to worry.
I stumbled through Korean with the receptionists and assistants, doing surprisingly well for the state I was in, but was pleased when the dentist spoke beautiful English. The visit seemed unnecessary for the most part, as he told me I had chipped a tooth (no 2) and that I should go get sutures and then we will fix the tooth later. The highlight though, was when he reached for the tweezers on the examination tray near by, my mind quickly started wondering what he could he could be doing as he approached my face. I couldn't feel much, but when he pulled them away and showed me a chuck of my tooth that was lodged in the cut I once again had one reaction, laughing - at the absurdness of it all. A little more waiting and it was back to the ER, escorted back to my bed to wait for being stitched up. There is some amusement in being the only foreigner present as it seemed every person in that room knew who I was and it was also easy to tell when they were discussing my situation, hearing "스테파니" float through the air.
The friendliness of the day wore off as I exited the ER. Waiting at the pharmacy desk the receptionist seemed only annoyed with my presence and the Pharmacist was also less than eager to explain things to me. As I walked away with my drugs I was left slightly confused, "I'm supposed to go home now..that's it?" but sure enough, that was it. I grabbed a taxi (one of the less appealing parts of being hospitalized alone) and was home within minutes, ready to let the days events sink in. Ironically enough I got my wish of "Not wanting to go to work today" but I was anything but grateful for that. Sitting at home alone in a pity party, 11 stitches in my face and bruises across my body didn't beat dealing with minions all afternoon. The evening did improve though, first with an hour long skype session with a best (really concerned) friend, followed by a visit from an equally concerned boyfriend (toting ice cream), and ending with a skype call to the family (obviously concerned). Everyone's sentiments matched mine, for their concern and sympathy at the situation was matched with, if not exceeded by, relief that I was not more seriously injured.