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Skateboarding. Concrete half-pipe. Big Air! Bye-bye skateboard! Hello Mr. Concrete, have you met my teeth?
Off to Hospital. Given pain killers (didn't really work). Sent from there off to the The London Hospital to see the Emergency Dentist. Drill... Drill... Drill...
"Let's take those nerves taken out.... This won't hurt a bit... (it'll hurt a LOT!!) hehehe...." (actually the doctors, dentists, nurses and assistants where all very good).
FINAL SCORE: 10 stitches in upper lip. 3 broken teeth.
..and if that wasn't bad enough, I also managed to lose my skateboard.