As a surfer, one of my favorite things to do it is to explore different beaches, trying to find the best swell possible. Sometimes this takes me to some pretty discreet locations and although I know it’s never a good idea to surf alone, I decided that on this particular Monday morning it would be okay. I mean just one time right? What’s the worst thing that could happen? Well on this particular Monday, the worst that could happen was knocking out my front two teeth!
I had found a nice swell on a pretty much empty beach, which on a Monday morning is to be expected. I mean not everyone can spend their Monday mornings sitting on a surfboard right? I had been riding for a couple of hours and the swell was really beginning to pick up. I was hitting a wave every few minutes and it was turning into quite the day as I had found a new surf spot I couldn’t wait to tell my friends about. As I was almost ready to wrap up my session, I got ready for one last wave which would take me into shore. I began paddling, and as the wave approached I could tell it was going to be a beauty. I popped up and began riding the wave but it took an unexpected early curl and I lost balance falling face forward on my board.
This is one of the reasons you never surf alone kids. I was lucky enough to not be knocked out but had I, I don’t think I’d be around today to speak of this story today. As my face hit the board, it was bone rattling and I was immediately disorientated. I could feel from the impact that I had wrecked something but it took me two or three seconds to realize once I had found my board that although my head was still attached to my body, my two front teeth weren’t. As I had my head resting on the board, I noticed blood coming from my mouth and as I touched my mouth, I could tell instantly what I was missing.
Surfing 101 teaches you to instantly get out of the water when you’re bleeding so I did just that. I might have already lost my two front teeth but I wasn’t interested in also losing a leg to a hungry shark. I paddled into shore and assessed the damage when I arrived. Luckily for me, a couple people from the shore saw my fall and gave me a hand with my board. I knew I had to get to a dentist quick but I also knew it was best to come with my teeth. I took a look at my board and was shocked to see one of my teeth literally stuck into the board! I figured one out of two wasn’t bad and I rushed to the nearest dental office to get checked up.
After some painful surgery, I have all my original teeth but one which in the big scheme of things isn’t the end of the world.