In college I worked in a hospital kitchen. Me and my buddy who worked with me would shut each other in a giant walk-in freezer, turn off the lights, try and navigate a complete loop around-- dodging boxes and big steel shelves-- then try and find the door.
After successfully completing the loop a couple of times, I got cocky and was going a little too fast. I miss-judged where the end of a big steel shelf was, and walked into the end of it, chipping a front tooth in the process.
And that was actually the tamest of a series of stupid on-the-job injuries I incurred while working there. Lucky for me, the ER was just 50 feet down the hall.
The aisle end of a church pew. Luckily, it was a baby tooth and it was already coming loose. I eventually went on to chip a permanent front tooth, but I don’t recall how that happened. Just a tiny chip, I’ve never had it fixed. It has given me the talent of whistling without pursing my lips.
My best friend’s dog. I was patting the lovely old boy and was bending down so I could get closer, and he picked that exact moment to lift his head up and whack, straight into my front tooth.
I’ve also pulled a filling out with a mintie and then cracked that same tooth with a peanut that got stuck in the leftover hole when I crunched down on it.
Well I had one tooth(since removed) that kept getting chipped and damaged.(One of the upper front ones.) Ok, it wasn’t silly when I broke it in half when I got thrown from a bike and landed face first like a missile on the pavement.(It would have been nice of my friend to tell me the reason he didn’t want to ride the bike was it didn’t have any brakes.) Anyway I chipped it 2 more times before I had to have it extracted. One time I chipped it with, now this is true, my toothbrush.(I got some water on the handle so it was a little slippery. Just going back and forth I managed to whack it when I lost my grip on the brush.) The other time I broke it to the gumline when I was wrestling my big brother. What happened is that I ended up kneeing myself in the face with my own right knee.(I don’t think most people could physically do it in the first place.)
There was a cavity inside my tooth, and it had caused the outer part of the tooth to be weakened, and the gum broke the thin outer layer. Not really a chipped tooth, but I did have a cool home in my tooth for a few weeks.
“I haven’t chipped a tooth but, as a kid, I had a habit of crunching grains of sand with my front teeth.”
Is it just me, or does the mere thought of this make you cringe?
I played pretty high-level volleyball in college and didn’t get out of the way of a kill that had to be going about 100 mph when it crossed the net. The lower halves of both of my front teeth are now fake. Boy, did that sting.
When I was on a dig in Iowa I was demonstrating to the class I was with how you determine pyrite from gold the old fashion way… With your teeth. So picking up a piece of gold I proceeded to bite down on the corner and make a little indent. Well after I heard the crunch and smiled to the class in embarrassment they all pointed to my right canine upper. It was now halved…
I was about five years old. I was too short to see what was on the dining room table, so I jumped up in the air to look. But I jumped a little too close, and caught my upper jaw on the table edge. Ow. Fortunately, my only chipped tooth ever, and it was a baby tooth.
Back when I was in college, sodas came in glass bottles that you had to open with a bottle opener. I opened a bottle of root beer that had apparently been shaken up, and instinctively put my mouth over the top of the bottle to stop the foam from running all over everything.
Chipped the corner off of one of my top front teeth.
My tooth was chipped by a Canine’s canine. Excited dog was a bit too happy to see me. I leaned forward slightly, the dog leaped into the air and our front teeth collided. His tooth won.
A Juicy Pear flavored jelly bean!! I was driving along munching on my jelly beans when a piece broke off of one of my molars. Funny thing was, I didn’t realize it was my tooth! I thought it was a defective jelly bean with a crunchy bit inside… it wasn’t until I got to work that I realized that a piece was missing from one of my teeth.
A sewing needle took a nick out of a front tooth. Was doing my embroidery, couldn’t pull the needle through with my fingers, so tried to pull with my teeth.
Dummy.
The needle came through, so did a sliver of tooth. The dentist says it’s not a big deal, hardly noticable, but (especially now that I’m thinking about it) it drives me dotty.
I also had a bike accident. I guess I thought I was a daredevil and went flying down a ramp once when I was about eight. It was fun zooming downhill until I flew off and chipped my two front teeth. Didn’t smile until I got them fixed.
I was putting air into a basketball, and the needle portion broke off, sticking out of the valve. As the air started hissing out, without thinking, I bit the portion that was sticking out to extract it, and…OUCH!
