17 years ago today my two front teeth decided to leave and strike out on their own. Obviously they couldn't just quietly depart through the large, convenient hole in my face, they decided to punch their own exit between my top lip and nose.
To make things worse, my right shoulder joint fell out with itself and decided to seperate, causing my humerus to snap in sympathy. Other bones joined the party and a good dollop of my blood couldn't contain itself either.
All because I made a snap decision to get hit by a car... the curse of having an overly dramatic, attention seeking body.