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July 9, 2003

Well, The Dan Barry site is up and running, courtesy of Mr. Brett Schwan. Well I'm writing this now because I am off from work because I just had my tooth knocked out. Let Me tell you about my ordeal.

At the Critical Mass Training Center I was working in the ring with a certain worker who shall remain nameless.... AND STIFF jk, I was clotheslined in the face and my front left tooth went into my lower lip. It was hanging by the root and hurt like a mofo. So I told Lamar Braxton Porter, to pick up my phone and call my mom. (this was of course after I had been screaming and punching my car... IT HURT!) Now heres where it starts off, Lamar apparently does not know my last name..... Despite the fact he says it everytime he sees me, DESPITE the fact that its my wrestling name because im not clever enough to change it. So when My mom picks up he says, "Whats your Mom's last name.... What should i say?" Now dont get me wrong.... I love this guy... all around nice guy. But for a good 15 seconds i wanted to strangle him.... He then says, "Dan is hurt... we need your social security number.."....... As if my mom, not knowing lamar from a hole in the wall, would willingly give it out to someone calling her randomly. So she just comes down to the school, hands me my insurance card.... and leaves............ She didn't ask if I was ok, She didnt offer to go with me to the hospital.... NO she left! For crying out loud MY OWN MOM DOESNT CARE IF I GET HURT!! HAHA So I called my friend Tracy, "the love of my life" and the only person who would willingly stay with me in the ER...(Thank you so much!) And after trying 2 hospitals we went to NASSAU UNIVERSITY MEDICAL CENTER. The waiting room looked like the Night of the Living Dead. We sat in the waiting room for an hour and a half, until I heard "Daniel Barry".. I was so Happy! this was it! It's time to go get fixed! WRONG! they checked my blood pressure, and I sat down again. 1 Hour later, They called me in to go to The doctor. Now lets check the times... I got to NUMC at 9:30, it is now 12. I tell Tracy to go home, and I would call her later. I sit down. I fall asleep. I wake up. I walk around. I go to the bathroom. 2:30 rolls around. I walk up to the doctor and stab him with a thermometer and go home. I wake up again, and notice, IT WAS A DREAM, but no I'm still waiting and its actually 2:35. The doctor calls me in, and says, and I quote. "You need to see a dentist." .................................. NO SH*T SHERLOCK! (keep digging watson) what is it 8 years to become a doctor, and when someone says, MY TOOTH HAS BEEN KNOCKED LOOSE. You cant just automatically assume, "gee wilickers, i think he needs a dentist." You my friend are an idiot. The dentist comes in, with a dental assistant, who is in training still, around 3. after enough novacaine to kill a small puppy is pumped into my face they push the tooth in and brace it in. giving me the ugliest smile EVER. I just want to say, that while they were working on my teeth, and telling me to sit still.... THEY WERE ASKING ME QUESTIONS! WHY ASK ME QUESTIONS IF IM NOT ALLOWED TO ANSWER!!! FOR CRYING OUT LOUD! Then My lip is stitched up and they send me home. At 4. Now the dental work took 20 mins. And the stitches took 5 minutes. Prep Time was 15 minutes. So lets say for arguements sake, 45 minutes to an hours worth of work was needed. I got there at 9:30, left at 4. 6 and a half hours. Thats ridiculous. I basically waited for 5 and a half hours. I hate hospitals. Thanks Tracy for Coming back to the hospital and waiting for me I LOVE YOU!!!!!!!!!!! hahaha Man I look ugly. (any comments saying ive always looked ugly are not appreciated. ~THE CHAMP