TIFU by watching a turtle lay eggs

Like many TIFUs, this happened not today, but on Sunday. I recently got back from a vacation in Cancun. Blue skies, vividly clear waters, and gorgeous white beaches were only but the cherry on top to a fantastic vacation. I had a fantastic hotel room which came with a patio with a clear view of the beach. You could wake up to the glistening Caribbean, since the doors were floor-to-ceiling clear glass.

But that's not what I'm here to talk about. Ohhhhohoho no. I'm here to talk about my fuck up.

Right now, turtle nesting season is underway, which means that at night, the beaches are closed in order to promote turtle egg nesting. However, considering I had a perfect shot of the beach, around 12:30AM, I was chilling around on the patio and was able to see a huge ass turtle waddle onto the sand and dig around to lay her eggs. Holy shit it was amazing.

Freaking the fuck out about how awesome of a sight I was seeing, I rushed inside to grab my camera.

I see the bag in which my camera is in, and the next thing you know, I see black. Dazed, I open my eyes to find myself sitting on the floor. I realize I just dashed full force into a glass window. I’m baffled, and notice a strange taste in my mouth. Thinking it was blood, I spit into my hand, only to find that not only blood came out, but also, two shards of my upper front teeth. Shit.

I start screaming and running around the hotel room and eventually place my teeth into a glass, with the closest thing I can find to milk, Yakult. My uncle grabs a cloth for me to stop the bleeding, my aunt runs to the receptionist to let them know what just happened, my dad is comforting me as I am in full blown panic, and my cousin lies down because of all the blood he sees.

Eventually, a hotel official or something like that takes my dad, my cousin, and I to a car in order to go to a hospital where they can reattach my teeth. After about 3 hours of aimlessly driving in search of a hospital with a dentist who can reattach my aching teeth, we head back to the hotel. They give me fresh milk to put my sad teeth shards in and say that a dentist is available in the morning at 9AM. Okay, I’ll wait that long, cool.

Fast forward to 10AM Sunday Morning, and I’m sitting in a dentist chair and the dentist is examining my teeth with a good-sized triangle shaped hole in it. She explains to my dad that what has happened to my teeth is “muy complicado” because I have a root fracture, and that now I need root canals. Unable to give me root canals because my flight back home is the next day, she glued the shards of my teeth back to their original spot, and sent me on my way.

Now I’m back home, my teeth feel like I drank 98 gallons of cold water every time I breathe through my mouth, and I have to get root canals yay.

TL;DR: Baby turtles are cool so I break my teeth.