HIS in home accident

The husband God gave me is the happy sort. He is an ENFP, lots of fun and fairly easy to get along with (if i make the bed everyday).

One day, while happily running up the stairs at home, with his hands in his pockets, he slipped and caught himself - with his two front teeth. Yup. He did that. His two front teeth.

Upon hearing the sound of a fall and an agonizing yell, I sent my youngest son to assess the damage - is there blood? His response was 'LOTS of blood!'.

I drove him to the dentist, who was kind enough to meet us after hours. I discovered that you can drive somewhat safely by looking out of the side window. I couldn't look anywhere near my husband, as the sight of him made me feel faint. Did I mention that I am not at all brave?

Anyway, the dentist thought it was a lot worse than we had made it sound over the phone. Silly man, he thought that I might be able to assist him. When I heard him say 'pop them back into the socket' I was done for.

I looked at magazines in the waiting room.

Due to the pain and swelling, he did miss a few days of work. The next day, to get his mind off of it, we took in a movie while the kids were at school. We went to see "Shadowlands". This isn't a funny movie. By the end, the husband God gave me was sobbing, all the while trying to keep his mouth from bleeding. I tend not to cry at sad movies, I wait until I get home to cry. He can't. I didn't know how I was ever going to get him back to the car. Maybe the pain medication had something to do with it, but I walked out of the theater with a swollen faced, swollen eyed crying man, who still can't watch the end of "Shadowlands" to this day.

His teeth are fine now. But, until we knew this for sure I kept two pieces of white 'chicklet' gum with me for a handy replacement.

Remember, NEVER run up stairs with your hands in your pockets!