No worries, I understand that. I avoid hospitals if at all possible, since the last time I was in the E.R. they couldn't figure out why the 2x4 the guy hit me with didn't fracture my skull and jaw. Just a long cut along my neck from the nail sticking out. I figured I was pushing my luck.
See, this confirms my suspicions you'd probably win in a fight between the two of us. When I got hit with a pipe in the jaw, it fractured in two places. Dropped down so far when I looked in the car sideview mirror afterwards, although there was plenty of blood all over my shirt, what was missing was my teeth. I frantically looked all over the pavement for my teeth, remembering an old GI Joe PSA that said if you lose a tooth in an accident, take it to the ER with you because maybe they can put it back in. Of course, later I realized I hadn't actually lost any teeth when I was shown the X-Ray. Stayed in the hospital for almost two weeks.
Rehab was the fuckin worst. Jaw wired shut for 3 fuckin months. As a friend joked to me "You can't even east pussy through a straw!". Then when it finally came off my jaw muscles were all atrophied and I couldn't chew solid food. I literally had to retrain myself to chew food. I still had trouble eating pizza almost a year afterwards (cheese would always go everywhere). Even today sometimes I get a charley horse in my jaw when I yawn, and sometimes the metal plate in my jaw will set off metal detectors.
That was in '98-- you'd think I woulda learned my lesson from that, but apparently I had to go through a few more lessons (including being tasered by the cops) before I wised up and calmed down. Funny enough when my jaw was broken there was a copious amount of blood on my shirt and pants, and my mother was able to get it all out, which was great because it was my favorite shirt-- I guess all that experience washing blood out of my clothes from previous fights and accidents came in handy.