Gone Away.... - Mouth + speeding baseball = Broken jaw

Mar. 1, 2007 ~ Mouth + speeding baseball = Broken jaw

*Sigh* The killer baseball strikes again. Sometimes I wonder why I still play this game.

So, here's my story. I was practicing with my rec team, and Coach told me to play first base, which I don't have that much experience at. The batter hit a ground ball to Mitch at third, who fielded it. Now, keep in mind, Mitch can flat out throw the ball. He's a pitcher, too. So, he wings it at me, probably as hard as he could, since the runner was almost to the base. Behind Mitch on the other side of the fence, there's a big lightpole, and as I watched the ball coming toward me, it came right into the light. I couldn't see it at all, so I hastily judged where I thought it might be when it got to me, and moved my glove accordingly. I didn't judge right. The baseball slammed full force into my face, knocking me backwards. I don't know how to really describe the pain, you'd have to be there. Let somebody hit you in the mouth with a hammer, and you might get the idea. The parents and team gave a collective 'Oh!' which got the attention of Dad, who got there as blood started pouring out of my mouth and nose. Every second or so, I'd have to spit the stuff out, as it filled up my mouth. Dazedly, I walked up to the bathrooms with Dad to wash out my mouth, and the rest of the team assumed I'd only gotten a little bruise and a nosebleed, and continued to practice. >.< Little did they know. I knew I was done for as soon as I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror. After prying my puffy lips apart, I stared at my mouth. Most of the front teeth were pointing towards the back of my mouth, my braces were horribly twisted and broken, and I'd never seen so much blood. It was everywhere, people. We kept trying different emergency centers, none of which were open. The only open place was the hospital, so that's where we headed. We checked in, waited for an hour, got called to the back, waited another hour, then saw the doctor. She was pretty noncommittal, vaguely saying she 'didn't think it was broken' and we'd better 'go see your orthodontist as soon as possible'. By this point, I had a very low opinion of the Emergency Room. We did X-rays, waited another hour to see them, then left, getting home at 1:00.

I didn't sleep a wink last night, because the blood never stopped coming. It just didn't, people. I've bled lots of times, but this was immense. I stood by the sink for hours, spitting out blood. Eventually, the sun came up. Happy first day of March. >.<

Sorry, I usually try to make my posts funny, but not this time. I realize it reads kinda choppy, but I've got a spitting headache, and throbbing teeth and jaw. This is the best I can do. The second half of the story'll come tomorrow....

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Mar. 1, 2007 - Wow.

Comment Left By MrsPivec

I just stopped by to thank you for your comment on my blog and then I read about your horrid day! I'm so sorry! And I'm not a fan of emergency rooms either. They didn't seem to think it much of a big deal that you didn't stop bleeding! That would have FREAKED me out!

Hope you have a better day. And remember what they say: That if March comes in like a lion, it will go out like a lamb.

Well, I think you've had your lion's share. Here's to better days ahead. :)