[morphius]

Originally Posted by Ghostof

Ok, I'll play and this is my first post here so WOOT.



Back in 1987, terrible Kansas ice storm, 3+ inches of ice, icy rural roads, etc, outside my parents house knocking off icicles. I had left my gloves inside and my hands were cold, so I placed them in my front jacket pocket as I walked across the the sidewalk. I felt myself falling forward and couldnt pull my hands out of my pockets fast enough. I hit the ice covered sidewalk face first, picked myself up off the ice, and looked down at my feet. I seen my three upper front teeth stuck in the ice. I ran inside, yelled for my mother, we both looked in the mirror and couldnt belive what we seen. The three teeth were severed at the gumline. She called the dentist and I had an emergency surgery and triple root canal that lasted damn near 6 hours.

During my operation, the dentist suggested we try to re-attach the teeth. My mother had driven back home and had to use a pair of pliers to pull the teeth out of the ice. We tried to get the teeth re-attached, but to no avail. I settled for three metal rods placed in my root canals and then three falsies placed on them. The dentist said that when I fell, it had severed the teeth and the nerves at the gumline. The dentist and surgeon also told me that if I ever received another hit like that it would break my front jaw and surgery wouldnt be able to repair it.

Thats my "oh shit" moment.

Welcome to the planet!

Wouldn't it have been easier to move to Kentucky?