What. A. Month. Oy. Seriously. Thursday the fourth I had the pleasure of my first major skateboarding accident in my meager twelve year career. I was longboarding out of school, and was just about to the dorms where I was gonna meet up with a friend when I slammed face first into pavement. Fuck. No hands. No boobies. Face only. I get up, spit out a mouthful of blood and teeth, and feel like my nose has been shoved up about an inch. My first thoughts were "There goes 4 years of braces." I chipped my two front teeth and significantly jarred my lowers, bit through the bottom of my lower lip, and smashed my nose. It didn't hurt, and I remained calm. A nice person that didn't think I was fooling around insisted on walking me the remaining twenty feet to the dorms where my friend was waiting. He nearly shit his pants. It was kinda funny, especially when I told him to NOT call 911. The hell if I was going to pay for an ambulance. I opted to call a friend that got out around the same time as I usually do, and she was kind enough to give me a ride home...when she found me. We go to the same school, and it took her 20 minutes to find me! GEEZE! I was hoping we'd get back to the hospital near my house during that golden period when you don't really register or feel pain. Nuh uh. By the time we got to the hospital, my face started to ache a bit.
Another funny moment was when I checked in. The same EMT from my last visit waited on me again! I was like, "HEY MAN! How's it going since I was last here?" He was like, wtf, and I reminded him last time it was for a hand x-ray. He didn't remember, but we hit it off well again. Nice guy.
So, when I see the doctor, I get my first dose of pain. The only pain that I really felt the whole time was the saline solution. God damn it, that HURT like a mother fucker. I have no idea why the doctor didn't administer some dope before shooting that shit in my lip and mouth. Crap! The stitches themselves were a cinch, no pun intended. My teeth had to wait til I could hit the dentist the next day, who was a great help during the whole endeavor.
Dentist bonded up the chips, and it looks great. Can't tell what happened save the scar under my lip.
I lucked out with my nose. I smacked it well enough to push it a tiny bit upwards, and it's sensitive in certain spots, but nothing terrible.
I'm chewing the last bit of stitches out of my mouth, and it's driving me crazy. They are irritating as hell, and snag when I least expect them to. I'm pretty much all healed up. The only anxiety I have is whether or not I did extensive nerve damage to my teeth; the doctor said the impact was great enough to possible kill the nerve, but I won't be sure of it until a year after the injury. If the tooth doesn't die, I'm in the clear. I hope things will be ok, and I'm going to be thinking positively throughout the year. Speaking of teeth and positive, guess what? As mentioned, I have worn braces for 4 years, and just gave up wearing my retainer for like, five years, and my bite, as a result, had started to push itself back to the way it was before. I had about 4 years of orthodontia in 2 seconds: I smacked my face so hard that my bite realigned itself. Fucking rad, funny and a bit crazy. My dentist, I think, despite chastising glares and finger wagging, was somewhat amused. Oh, and my last works of parting advice: WEAR A FUCKING MOUTHGUARD! HOLY CRAP! MOST ARE INSURED AND SAVE YOU SO MUCH TIME, HASSLE AND PAIN!! WEAR ONE!!
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