When I Was Young Did Someone Drop Me On My Head?

So this afternoon I was walking back home, left (good) hand piled with books and my jacket, right hand wrapped up in gauze as usual. I stubbed my toe; pitched forward; did not catch myself as I fell with my available right hand on accounta not wanting to pull out stitches or something; did not catch myself as I fell with my unavailable left hand on accounta: not available. So I fell on my face. Broke a good chunk off one front tooth (fortunately that tooth had already had a root canal), chipped another tooth on the far side of the right front tooth, and knocked the unchipped front tooth askew. Saw the dentist, who returned the askew tooth to its rightful place (although it's still a little wobbly). Unfortunately, because this is essentially July 4th weekend, not much more can be done for a while. So if you see me in the next week or so, don't wince. I'm not in pain, I just look a little garish.

But what's up with my luck this spring? I mean, really.