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Because I just snapped off chunks of both of mine.
Okay, not just - about six hours ago. I was getting out of the shower, of all the massively stupid things. (You know how you hear those stories about people slipping and dying in the shower? Yeah, they're all true, I bet.)
I had my left leg in, I put my right leg out - and the right leg slipped, the left leg slipped trying to correct, and there was a split-second where I could've gone backwards, but didn't. I went forwards, caught myself on my hands -
POW.
Front teeth, meet edge of toilet seat.
Oddly, it didn't really hurt. It still doesn't. I called the emergency contact number with my dentist. He called back three hours later (I would be pissed, but hell, it's a Saturday, that was probably great waiting time), after Google and I had calmed me down a little, and the three of us agreed that since I wasn't bleeding, didn't hurt, and had probably only lost about twenty percent of one tooth and ten percent of the other, I could come in Monday morning. Until then, I will have to live with my broken teeth. It whistles faintly when I talk, and makes me feel so very ugly.
And the real capper - do you know why I was taking a shower in the first place?
It was because I was going out to the coffeehouse.
TO WRITE.
Edit: Let it never be said I'm not willing to suffer for my art.
Okay, not just - about six hours ago. I was getting out of the shower, of all the massively stupid things. (You know how you hear those stories about people slipping and dying in the shower? Yeah, they're all true, I bet.)
I had my left leg in, I put my right leg out - and the right leg slipped, the left leg slipped trying to correct, and there was a split-second where I could've gone backwards, but didn't. I went forwards, caught myself on my hands -
POW.
Front teeth, meet edge of toilet seat.
Oddly, it didn't really hurt. It still doesn't. I called the emergency contact number with my dentist. He called back three hours later (I would be pissed, but hell, it's a Saturday, that was probably great waiting time), after Google and I had calmed me down a little, and the three of us agreed that since I wasn't bleeding, didn't hurt, and had probably only lost about twenty percent of one tooth and ten percent of the other, I could come in Monday morning. Until then, I will have to live with my broken teeth. It whistles faintly when I talk, and makes me feel so very ugly.
And the real capper - do you know why I was taking a shower in the first place?
It was because I was going out to the coffeehouse.
TO WRITE.
Edit: Let it never be said I'm not willing to suffer for my art.