I got attacked by a crazed smackhead
and had my front teeth broken, not off, but bent back into my mouth to the point where I couldn't close my mouth, and was swallowing more than a little blood.
I was 17.
Got taken to the local hospital in Romford by an ambulance, waited til about 2am til someone was able to sort me out.
Turns out he was one of the leading maxillofacial surgeons in the country and had driven all the way from surrey to help.
Very nice guy.
Unfortunately, due to a genetic cocktail of both my parents, who are severely unreactive to anaesthetic, I got the combo of their peculiar toughness, and was able to feel every nerve-jangling bit of the guy pliering my teeth back into my broken face.
It was shit, and as it turn out the blood vessels in the teeth were all broken, so eventually I just had to have them cut out and replaced.
Top service though.
(fantomex, Fri 12 Mar 2010, 17:47, Reply)