Ouch! That, and some Semi-Fake teeth...

What a way to start actual non-intro postings in this blog...

I was at tennis practice yesterday, and just as I was finishing off, I went for an out-wide shot, and trying to lob it up so it would go high, my raquet's follow-through swinging motion came up and hit me square in between my two top front teeth! So as you can imagine, that hurt, and yes, I could feel them shattering, well sort of. I instantly put my hand over my mouth, and I looked at my hand, and I saw small fragments and sort of large chips (the largest one was less than an eigth of an inch) in my hand. So as you can imagine, I was in shock, and I couldn't even take my hand away. Well, I only looked at the damage once, and apparently I made a wide Delta-shaped hole (minus the bottom of that character) in-between those two teeth. Yeah, so I had to make an emergency visit to the dentist to get tooth caps. My Mom had to take me there, and she was a nervous wreck, and she was crying. Christ, you'd think I was a model and I just lost a $50 million gig. So when I got there, the dentist put a bunch of tooth-like material that's like clay except it only hardens under UV light, and shaped it like a tooth, and then he shaped it so it was as close to my original tooth as it can be. I helped him out a bit, because he didn't have a picture of my teeth before the incident, but when he was finished, it was OK, but the coloration was a bit off.

Whatever... my Mom was still crying and all emotional about it... sometimes I wish grown women weren't all that emotional about their children, I mean, it can be good to an extent, but not to that extent. So basically my two front teeth are half-fake. Ah, looking at myself in the mirror, they don't look all that bad. I can hardly tell anything's happened, and I'm trying not to talk about that so my Mom doesn't go through her emotional cycle again. Thank God I never let her see what happened to my teeth before I got the fake stuff on.

I'll be getting porcelain (however you spell that) plating on my teeth sooner or later when I can show him a picture, and I pray to God I don't need a root canal... (he said I might need one).

Just glad none of you all know my real name, because I'm not telling anyone I know in person, because I want no more drama crap on this. I've got enough from my Mother.

I shall relax... and try to not think too much of it. I can hardly tell anything happened when I look into the mirror from a distance, unless I want to look really really close.

Peace people.

-Swords