I was hit head on coming back home from dropping my brother off at work. The fucktard that hit me was texting, and he admitted that when we met in the street. Okay, I think a better breakdown would be needed.

-It was around 7:20 am, but still a little dusky, but that's ok, my car has automatic headlights.
-I was rounding a curve and beginning to slow down due to speed limit change.
-I saw the other car cross over into my lane, so I reacted by flicking my lights. He did not move back over.
-When I saw it was gonna happen, I breathed out and kept my left hand on the wheel.
-When I stopped completely, I put the car in park, checked myself out, and left the car to kick the shit out of the other guy.
-We met in the middle of the road, and he told me he was texting. I got angrier, but he was bleeding from the head, so I became concerned.
-Neighborhood lady asks if we're ok, I tell her to call emergency services. I call home and tell my mom what happened.
-EMS arrives, they both come toward me, I tell them no, the other guy has a bleeding head, they leave me alone. They got another ambulance for me. I get in and they check me out.
-I go to the ER for better attention (xray, EKG, etc.) The nurse at the check in was the hottest girl I've seen that day.
-Sheriff tells me the asswipe changed his story to a deer in the road... bullshit. I saw no deer. Regardless, the dumbass told me he was texting right after we hit. Usually what someone says immediately after a crisis is truth.

So now, I'm waiting for the insurance to pay off so we can get a new car. He's not as bad off as I want, but I'm alive, so that's all I care about. I'm ok physically for the most part, except my bones ache. Mentally, I feel like Christopher Walken from the Dead Zone. I'm hoping I do get some kinda super awesome mental abilities from this near death experience, but this isn't the movies lol.