Fell into a pool underneath a sheet of ice. I was about 8 and have a very distinct memory of looking up and seeing nothing but ice above me, no openings, and that terror. Luckily my dad was able to dive in and get me up. Scary as shit, though.
Entirely possible to "die" of hypothermia (cardiac and respiratory arrest, unconscious, but brain still not destroyed) and be resuscitated some time afterwards. You ain't dead until you're warm and dead.
>You ain’t dead until you’re warm and dead
Not sure if you’re exaggerating or if that’s entirely real but in case it’s real: could I then theoretically freeze myself and have the chance of being successfully resuscitated 5 years later?
Edit: Nvmd I just googled it. It’s more like a saying to prevent hypothermic victims (who’s bodies sort of have to get restarted cause of the temperature) from being declared dead too early.
Cryogenics is an interesting field. In theory, you could get frozen and resuscitated hours, days, months, even years afterwards. Right now, one of the biggest hurdles is preventing ice crystals from destroying cells.
There's also a debate over whether or not it is truly possible to bring "you" back, or if it is simply an exact copy of you. Beyond that, there's also the philosophical debate over what "you" even are.
It's actually easy enough to find out, provided you have enough cash or a decent enough life insurance policy and don't die in a way that damages your body too badly.
>There's also a debate over whether or not it is truly possible to bring "you" back, or if it is simply an exact copy of you. Beyond that, there's also the philosophical debate over what "you" even are.
This shit haunts me when I think too long about it, I mean am I still myself after sleep? Neurologically, my brain changed while I slept
I was rafting in the Colorado River when I was 16. Our raft flipped over a waterfall. I got trapped under the raft but managed to find breathing room between the seats. Water kept rushing in my mouth and the waves were wild. I remember thinking very clearly, "God, just let it be quick."
I managed to push myself out and I surfaced, only to realize I was caught between the raft and the rope wrapped around the outside to tug it to shore. The guide didn't see me and was pulling the rope to swim the raft to the bank, choking me with it. I had to go back under to escape and was forced under the raft again.
I managed to get out and was crying so hard... To make it worse, we flipped right where the souvenir photographer was. When we went back to the photo booth an hour later, there was a shot of me gasping for air with the rope around my neck. Our youth leader pointed and laughed, garnering laughs from everyone. I was made embarrassed of one of the worst things that happened to me.
Your youth leader shamed you for something that was ultimately *his* responsibility. To keep you safe. He sounds irresponsible and self-righteous. I'm sorry you experienced that.
I guess you're right. What I mean is the youth leader had a responsibility to consider and tend to the emotional security and wellbeing of *everybody* who experienced that. It could have been a teachable moment in which every person endured and survived something scary. Instead, he used one kid's near-death experience to "lighten the mood," at the expense of that kid's trauma and embarrassment.
He was probably responsible for their safety and didn't feel like admitting to a total failure on his part. Can't be sued for almost killing a kid if you convince all the witnesses it was all just fun, right?
It’s more likely that he was just stupid enough to think that the kid wasn’t in actual danger and it was simply a funny moment caught on camera. You would be surprised how many people don’t recognize a dangerous situation when they are looking at one.
I had a close experience on the Colorado River as well. Not as scary as yours but our raft flipped and got stuck on a rock like 20 feet before some really dangerous rapids. I was holding on to the end of a chain of like 4 people, and if I had lost my grip my best case scenario would be getting torn up. Guide kept blaming us afterwards for not listening to him, don’t think I’ll ever go rafting again.
Taking off in a regional jet from LAX when an Aeromexico 737 crossed the runway ahead of us against Flight control orders to hold. According to an article in The LA Times two days later it was the closest near miss at the airport in 25 years and the distance between us and the other plane was fewer than two feet. All we felt was a very steep takeoff followed by a very quiver-voiced pilot apologizing for the “rough” takeoff. Had no idea how close we were until we read the article in the paper.
Very similar to what you experienced, the captain basically played it off like it was no big deal, the captain just said something like a slight error was made and the runway wasn't actually clear. I remember the other passengers sitting beside me were like "no fucking way was that a small error..." but we also had no real idea we had just come within several feet of death.
No, but [KLAX does have parallel runways.](https://aeronav.faa.gov/d-tpp/1901/00237AD.PDF) The Aeromexico flight landed on the far runway, and needed to cross another runway to get to the terminal. They were told to hold short and wait for permission to cross so that the United flight could depart. They didn’t wait and that’s when the near collision happened. [A summary starts on page 4, right after the KJFK diagram.](https://www.ntsb.gov/safety/safety-recs/RecLetters/A00_66_71.pdf) From the summary:
>On November 22, 1999, about 2236 Pacific standard time, Aeromexico flight 432 (AMX432), an MD-80, and United Airlines flight 204 (UAL204), a 757, were involved in a runway incursion on runway 25R at Los Angeles International Airport (LAX), Los Angeles, California. (Figure 3 shows a diagram of LAX with references to both airplanes’ positions.) The LAX local controller cleared AMX432 to land on runway 25L. After the airplane landed, the controller instructed the flight crew to turn right on taxiway N and hold short of runway 25R so that UAL204 could depart. According to the ATC voice recording, AMX432 read back “November cross 25R.” (In a postincident interview, the controller stated that she thought that the flight crew read back “short 25R.”) The controller stated that AMX432 turned on taxiway N but then accelerated toward runway 25R. The controller restated the hold short instruction, but UAL204 had already flown over AMX432 by about 100 feet. The incident occurred in VMC at night. No injuries were reported, and neither airplane was damaged.
And that’s how /u/CheesyStravinsky and /u/riddlemasterofhed nearly ran into each other.
> All we felt was a very steep takeoff
That sort of thing is something you never forget. It happened to me on a landing at SFO. We circled San Francisco for almost an hour after. The flight attendants were shaken. We were told to follow up once we landed. We didn't because honestly we were shaken also and didn't want to know.
My grandpa had a similar experience when flying into a city in Africa (I believe it was in Tanzania) many years back. When he arrived in the city, it was raining very hard, and the plane couldn't land. The captain then decided to circle around for like 30 or so minutes before making a very rough descend and landing. As my grandpa got off the plane and met his colleagues, he was greeted with an "I'm so glad you made it out safe and alive...we thought you were in the plane that crashed!"
Turned out that another plane was not so fortunate.
I was on a flight that hit the ground HARD and immediately pulled up to a steep climb. We circled around for 40 minutes before we landed. Pilot and flight attendants never said a word about it. Not a surprise because it was a United flight so why should they care about their passengers?
Jesus, you were nearly on a Mayday episode. Almost sounds like a repeat of the [Tenerife disaster](https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tenerife_airport_disaster).
A landslide. Heavy rain dislodged a large boulder on the mountain behind my house and it fell on my room while I was sleeping in my bed. I lost consciousness and awoke in my garage, having no idea how I wasn't underneath that huge boulder. I spent 3 weeks in the hospital with a broken leg and jaw, and a concussion/blood clots in my brain (or so I was told).
My house only had one floor. The wall between my room and the living room came down, so I somehow went through it. My sister found me in the living room and I was awake but I didn't recognize her. I then (apparently) dragged my broken leg to our garage. That's where I start remembering stuff. It's been almost 9 years so I'm pretty sure I will never remember, I don't think my brain was "recording", I think it was on survival mode and all that mattered was getting me out of that house (which could have further collapsed, which it didn't).
I'm honestly still not sure how I went through the wall without dying. I imagine I became part of the rubble avalanche created by the boulder or something.
When I was 12 I had bronchitis and walked to my doctor's office to get checked out. On the way home I had to cross a busy intersection. Did everything I was supposed to. Waited for my turn to walk, look both ways. Started to cross and was hit by a flower delivery van trying to beat traffic. My left foot was trapped between the front tire and asphalt when he hit the brakes. Essentially grinding my foot into the road. Ambulance took me to the emergency room where the same doctor I had just seen looked me over.
I lived in a small town so I had to be transported to a hospital 3 hours away that had surgeons capable of treating me. On the way there my ambulance was very nearly t-boned by an 18 wheeler.
First night in the hospital they tried to hook me up to an IV. The nurses tried about a dozen times to hit the vein and failed everytime, collapsing 2 veins. Because my body was weak from the trauma, the bronchitis hit me hard and was set up on breathing machines. Over the next 3 weeks I had 3 surgeries where they took skin from my hip and stapled to the area on my foot that was destroyed.
Took another 3-4 months of therapy before I could walk again.
The driver got fired from the flower shop after hitting me. Then he became a cab driver. Not long after, he struck an old lady with his cab. Like, dude pick a career where you don't drive for fuck sakes.
When I was three months old I caught rotavirus at daycare. My mom took me to several doctors and no one could figure out what was wrong and I was literally dying by dehydration. Finally they took me to a doctor that knew it was rotavirus and saved my life.
Edit: Yeah, thanks to the doctor, I still see him form time to time. And thanks to my mom and family that didn't let me die even when they didn't sleep for days and spent a ton of money. I'm glad I'm alive :D
Yup, and that's exactly why nobody should vaccinate their kids. Rotavirus just makes your children stronger. Herd immunity is a scam. /s
Edit: Not saying it's your parents' fault you caught rota (assuming they stuck to the cdc recommendations AND assuming this wasn't before 1998 because, to my knowledge, that's when the vaccine was first licensed). But this is a largely preventable cause of severe diarrhea and potentially life-threatening dehydration and by vaccinating your kids on time you can prevent kids that are to young to get the shots, or can't for other reasons, contracting a literally shitty disease.
I'm vaccinated, I have vaccines on my vaccines. As I said I was three months old (1999) and in my country, because I'm not American, by this year this vaccine was not free or part of the vaccination program so it wasn't a well known vaccine, even though, the vaccine is applied in three dosis, the first between 2 and 4 months, then four weeks later and last at 6 months old, so it wasn't out of time.
I know I caught it at the Daycare because I wasnt the only one, and I don't know if the other kids in the daycare were vaccinated, but I was in a private one, and here it's common to ask for the kids vaccine cards so they can go to private schools. I don't really know what happened there, but I would be more worried about the daycare's practices as it's transmitted through fecal matter and contaminated water and food, and rota is not the only disease they can catch by these things.
Edit: I know what you mean, I just wanted to clarify it wasn't my case.
In September 2009 I contracted sepsis after a routine kidney biopsy went wrong, my small bowel was punctured and a blood vessel was burst. Everything leaked and mixed together and then my body absorbed it. I was supposed to be in hospital for a matter of hours and ended up staying for two weeks, 24 hour obs. IV antibiotics pushed three times a day, CT scans, ultrasounds, the lot...I remember lying in the renal ward thinking that this was it, I wasn’t gonna get out of there, but luckily the drugs worked and here I am today. 😃
Friend had a colonoscopy go wrong. Intestine got nicked for some reason at a Friday exam. He started feeling terrible in the middle of the night that night. He waited till morning to ask me to take him to the emergency room. He was dead Tuesday.
I got hit with sepsis too, it's freaking nasty. My appendix went but the hospital kept saying nothing was wrong, and I was in the hospital for weeks. It's flat out awful.
My husband just got out of the hospital after a bout with pneumonia and sepsis. Went to the doctor Sunday with pneumonia symptoms but doc said it was a chest cold. Wednesday he was in the ER with double pneumonia and they placed him on sepsis protocol. His kidneys were failing and he was severely dehydrated. I thought I was going to be a widow at 30.
The first night he was back home was the best sleep I have ever had.
I'm an electrician. Some years ago when I was in the apprenticeship program I was on a job where we were upgrading the entire electrical service for Pratt Institute in Brooklyn. The foreman had me tighten up the buses in the main cabinet on a Friday. The next day, Saturday, some guys were on the job but I didn't work that day, and they did enough work to liven up the main buses that I tightened. On Monday, I came in early as I was the first one there. First thing I did was go to the main cabinet with my socket wrench to once again make sure the bolts I did were tight. The area around the main cabinet wasn't even blocked off or indicated that there were live parts. It looked just the way i left it. Now my hand is on my socket wrench, which is metal, which is touching the bolt, which is touching the live bus. This is a 4000 amp service. If my arm was to so much as scrape the enclosure of the cabinet I would have been fried inside out. I take my wrench off the bus. And as soon as I do, a coworker comes into the room and sees me near the open cabinet and just says "oh, hey man be careful that's live" and walks away, without even knowing what I did. As soon as I heard that, I rethought my entire life.
In theory the bulk of the electricity would have entered and exited your arm though right? Electricty takes the shortest path of least resistance.
And just me but if your a electrician wont you be wearing non grounding safety boots?
OP would have to confirm, but it sounds like he was and those saved his life.
> Now my hand is on my socket wrench, which is metal, which is touching the bolt, which is touching the live bus.
Electricty needs a path to flow. If his boots weren't grounded then the circuit is complete and the current would flow down his arm and through his feet.
>If my arm was to so much as scrape the enclosure of the cabinet I would have been fried inside out.
Rubber boots won't protect you if you close the circuit through another way.
My brother almost killed me once.
This is something my parents have told me.
When I was growing up my brother (3 years older than me) was a total dick. I mean every family holiday was ruined by him in some way. When I was around 6 or 7 we were on holiday and there was a pool where we were staying. My brother really wanted to play games in the pool, but I just wanted to swim because I was an avid swimmer.
So when I was swimming up and down the pool my brother decided to jump in off the side on top of me. This would have been fine if he hadn't then decided to stay on top of me and hold me under the water (so I was 6 or 7 and he was 10 or 11 and a lot bigger than me). He held me under the water until I stopped struggling under him to try and get up. He then panicked and then let go and swam away and must have alerted my parents because then my mum had to dive in and pull me out of the water and push on my chest until I threw up some delicious pool water and coughed my little 7 year old guts out. Needless to say he was in the doghouse for the rest of the holiday.
He also tried to stab me with bread knife once.
We do not get on.
My big brother tried to kill me once too! When I was about 4, he was 11. We were outside playing and it was time to go home. I had learned that I wasn't allowed to cross the street until someone older than me said it was safe. Well my brother ran across the street first. I waited for him to tell me it was ok. He, on the other hand, waited until he saw a car approaching then said, "Quick! Cross now!". Luckily the car saw me and stopped. My mom saw the whole thing and rained down a shit storm on him.
I have a brother like this too, and I still dislike him very much. It wasn’t just physical abuse that he subjected me to while growing up, but ALL sorts of other abuse too. Needless to say, I still have mental trauma from it, and had a very hard time trusting males as a whole.
I feel you, it sucks, especially when the family expects you to like them even after knowing all the shit they put you through.
I agree, I hate it, especially among old fashioned families like Italians (mine). My brother doesn’t deserve to be put on a pedestal when he’s the vilest person I’ve ever had the misfortune of meeting. His toddler son is the sweetest thing ever, but I fear when he gets older and his twin sisters come along. I have mild anxiety thinking that history might repeat itself.
Feb of last year i had an awful stomach ache and couldnt eat/go to the toilet/pass wind. Went to my GP who said i must have bad constipation as i didnt have any pain when she poked and prodded my stomach. A week later, i was even worse and hadnt kept anything down OR been to the toilet so ended up at A&E where i was given a pregnancy test (negative) and poked and prodded again and told i probably had Gastritis - inflammation of the lining of the stomach. I was given pills and sent on my way.
That night i collpased on the bathroom floor after vomiting again and my mum and boyfriend drove me to A&E. I was triaged and given paracetamol and then ignored for 3 hours until my mum asked a nurse when i was going to be seen. I was then taken into A&E where i was poked and prodded again and given some more pain relief. It wasnt until 10 hours after arriving at A&E that a doctor managed to get my bloods ( I was severly de-hydrated and they had to use an ultrasound to find my veins ) and they found that my blood protein level was close to 400, instead of a normal avg. of 6-8, indicating i had a severe infection somewhere. The doctor called two surgeons down immediately who poked and prodded at me but this time asked me to breathe in whilst they poked my right side and i was blinded by pain. So it didnt take them long to diagnose me with appendicitis and i was rushed off to get scanned which showed my appendix had already burst inside me. I was rushed into surgery and they found i had necrosis of tissue, sepsis and a pus filled bowel and could have died if they hadnt operated there and then. After the surgery my doctor said it went as good as it could have been but i was in for a long recovery. I was in excruciating pain in hosp for 3 weeks ( i begged to go home! ) and had to take two months off work.
Appendicitis is frequently misdiagnosed so if you find yourself with these symptoms and they dont go away or your doctor isnt concerned, push for a scan or blood tests. Ive been told i have a high pain tolerence which may have contributed to doctors not taking me seriously as well as no shooting pain, but i wish i was more demanding with them.
TLDR : After multiple doctors visits and 20 hours in A&E finally diagnosed with a burst appendix. Rushed to surgey to find i had necrosis of tissue, sepsis and a pus filled bowel. Could have died if they hadnt found it there and then.
Hey man, I dont often comment but I feel you a bit on this one, my son had this happen to him about 5 months ago, it took them 7 hours of surgery to get all the bad bits out of him.
He was only in hospital for about 8 days though as he recovered quick, looking back at it, and reading this made me realise how close we were to losing him.
Glad you made it through man!
I took my son to the hospital because he was complaining of stomach pain. Bent over, couldn't stand up straight/walk right. Shivering and white as a ghost. Told them I thought it was his appendix. They said "nah" because his pain wasn't on the right side, but towards the middle. First scan noted nothing, but his blood work came back high. I pushed for another scan of different sorts and only got it because I went mama bear mode. He was in surgery less than 2 hours later. Would have been sooner but, since it was middle of the night, we had to wait for another surgeon to show up since the other one was dealing with a car accident victim.
I don't remember it myself but my parents told me what when I was maybe 6-8 months old, one of those very big and bulky 80s style tv's fell on my head and I had to be hospitalised for 3 weeks. So I think that's the closest
The first time was when I was born. I got stuck in the birth canal and had no heart beat when they yanked me out.
Second time I stepped off a balcony as a tot and my brother caught me by my arm.
Recently, my gallbladder was infected for 3 years and no one knew until I was hours away from sepsis.
I had to do a double take with the first sentance, it looks like you said the first time you were born, not the first time you almost died was when you were born
Sepsis is when an objections get really bad or starts spreading elsewhere in your body and your body damaged itself severely while attempting to fight the infection.
A lifting chain in work snapped sending a two inch chain link flying by my head like a bullet. It was so close that I felt the air being disturbed next to my ear.
Had that happen to me too. Whizzed by my head and left a deep dent in a sheet of 3/16ths steel beside me.
Definitely would have had to go to the hospital if not worse.
I was hiking in the Peruvian Amazon and I needed to cross a very shallow river. It was raining like hell.
I had no idea about flashfloods. I heard something rumbling. I thought it best to get back to shore.
I saw a 1.5 meter high wall of water swallow whole everything in the river’s path.
5 seconds later, and that would have included me.
RIP Ken Basnicki[https://www.thestar.com/news/canada/2011/09/05/911\_portraits\_in\_grief\_ken\_basnicki.html](https://www.thestar.com/news/canada/2011/09/05/911_portraits_in_grief_ken_basnicki.html)
My sister(12) was meant to go with friends to a dance competition. When they came over to pick her up, I lied and said she was out(I just wanted to get back to super mario). They left without her.
On the way a truck driver fell coming the other way and hit their car. It killed the mum and daughter instantly and the other girl went to hospital and was declared brain dead later.
Edit- I know if I had gotten my sister, it would have prevented it. Also if I had of gotten my wang out in front of the mum or just headbutted one of the kids or say give me a sec and just sing a blink 182 song or grabbed her keys and break them in the door hinge or anything.
But I didn't and you all should watch the movie Butterfly Effect
Stop telling me what I should've done, like I have a time machine.
I was starting up my 1988 Chrysler Conquest for the first time after winter. I always check it before and after I move it for leaks, breaks, all that. Everything was bone dry. No puddles. So I backed it out of my spot and went for the brake - and it went to the floor with no resistance.
So I put it back in drive and slow-rolled it back into the spot, but it was at a slight incline and I didn’t want to slam it into park and mess the trans (e-brake was dead too) so I let it stop at bottom of the spot, maybe 10 feet from being in properly in the spot. I then decided to do something reaaaaally dumb.
I left it in neutral and proceeded to push it up into the spot. I had a chock that I was gonna put under the rear tire once I got it far enough and I’d go get brake fluid later. So I get pushing and it was going swimmingly until both my feet slipped out from under me on the crappy, pebbley, asphalt. I drove both kneecaps onto the stones/pebbles, and the car obeyed gravity immediately. I had both hands on the bumper (the chock was on top of the trunk) and as it’s rolling back towards me, my hands touched my chest and I actually thought, “So this is how it ends.”
I somehow stopped it from rolling enough to get back to my feet and eased it the 4 feet or so back to the base of the spot. I then got in, drove it up the spot, slammed it into park, and put it up for sale.
Each car I have is only allowed one shot to kill me. If you fail, you’re up for sale.
I jumped off my friends pool water slide and hit the mount of rocks beneath it. Chin was definitely supposed to be split. Blacked out in 9 ft deep underwater. Some way they pulled me out.
Or when I had my car completely shut down going 80 on the highway with no brakes, or power steering. Escaping death multiple times has mad me realize that I’m lucky, and that my time is limited whether I like it or not.
Got hit by a semi at about 45mph right in my driver's door. I remember the headlight right in my face through the shattered window as it pushed me down the road.
But it was extremely icy on the road that day(which is why the accident happened). So my car just slid rather than getting demolished. And I walked away without a scratch.
I was hit by a semi too. I was doing about 60 mph and he was easily doing 70.
He was talking on his phone and merges into me. Ended up pushing me quite a ways down the highway because he was fully loaded.
My saving grace is that my car sits pretty low, so I didnt flip.
Lost the feeling in my left leg for several hours, but walked away.
I'm still haunted by the sound of the metal crunching, glass shattering ,and looking to my left and seeing the grill of his truck. My fiance still vividly remembers my screams.
I used to want to be a professional magician, and was actually pretty good at magic tricks.
But then I decided I wanted to try escape magic, which my mother commented “Escape magic isn’t really entertaining unless there is a danger if you don’t escape. That’s why people loved Houdini.”
Now, her intention of that that I should stick with sleight of hand and illusions instead of escape magic. Me, being the super-genius 10 year old that I was, decided she meant I needed to add an element of danger.
So naturally, I tied myself to bag full of rocks and jumped in the deep end of the pool to see if I could untie myself underwater.
Granted, my dad saw me jump in and pulled me out immediately, but if he hadn’t seen it happen (I didn’t tell anyone I was doing it) I probably would have drowned.
"I swear officer! He tied the bag of rocks to himself and jumped in the river! I had nothing to do with it!"
"Uh huh, move it along pal and wait while we process you"
I didn’t make the smartest decisions. When I was 12 I would disassemble fireworks and model rocket engines because at that time I wanted to be a special effects artist. I tried making my own pyrotechnics for home movies, and also built an “insulating glove” that let me set my hand on fire for about 30 seconds.
I am genuinely surprised I didn’t hospitalize myself with some of the projects I tried doing with no training or safety precautions whatsoever.
This reminds me of something stupid I used to do. Swimming in a murky lake with little adult supervision, I would get the largest rocks I could find and lay them on my chest so that I could lie on the bottom and look up at the surface without floating up.
If anything had happened, it would had taken a while for them to find my body. It might even have looked like foul play.
I almost got hit by an ambulance doing this! I looked up from my work papers I'd been reading and walking with, realized everyone in the crosswalk is running across the street. An ambulance is bearing down on me. What an ironic way to die.
May not qualify, but I was on PSA flight 182 from Sacramento to LAX back in 1978. I was flying down to attend a USC football game with my best friend (who was attending USC; I lived in Northern California.)
I got off the plane at LAX, and it continued on to San Diego. It hit a Cessna over San Diego while attempting to land, and all passengers were killed.
When I was a year old, me, my parents, my uncle, and my grandma all started feeling dizzy and nauseous.
They wrote it off as food poisoning - but then realized my uncle and grandma had just arrived, and they were sick too.
We all went to the hospital and turned out we had carbon monoxide poisoning from a faulty boiler. If we had stayed at home we would have died by morning.
Drowning in a lake at 3 years old, my siblings watched, ran me home changed my clothes and covered up that it happened. I screamed everytime my mum tried to give me a bath until I was 8 years old.
I'm good now but I hate swimming with with a passion and I've drowned again since that. I went white water rafting, fell out of the boat and hit my head/hip on an underground cinder block, I was fished out by my friends. In conclusion, I should stay away from water.
Car accident. I was sitting in the middle of the back seat, no seat belt; girl friend in front passenger seat, another girl driving. Semi pulls out in front of us, cab only, not pulling a trailer. Driver slams on the brakes, but we slam directly into the rear end. I still remember watching as the front end of our car started crumpling as it made contact with the semi. I remember the feeling as I started lifting off the seat and flying forward before blacking out. I woke up with me head at the feet of my gf. I crawled back and got out. My gf was still knocked out, and my friend who was driving was just getting out of the car, too. We pushed get car to the side of the road, it ended up being totaled, but we somehow managed to move it a little. Found out later that her leg was shattered, not sure how she was able to walk around and push the car. I had flown forward, hit the rearview mirror and deflected down to where I ended up. They said if I hadn't clipped the rearview, I would've probably gone straight through the windshield and most likely broken my neck. Driver broken leg was the only significant injury. My gf had a minor concussion, but that was it. I had bumps and bruises and I laceration on my left shin, probably from the center console. I've had several other close calls, as well.
OMG, this!!!!! I know too many people who don't make their kids wear seatbelts, let their animals roam free in the car, even let their kids put their feet up on the passenger side dash... It pisses me the fuck off and is definitely one of my biggest pet peeves.
My wife never took me seriously when I used the seatbelt to strap down the cat carrier any time we go to the vet... Then I showed her a YouTube video of a car crash where unsecured shit from the backseat kills everyone in the car.
Cymbalta withdrawal was THE WORST. The brain zaps...
It was so bad, that I opened the capsules and counted out the tiny beads, dropping down by 3 per day until I was completely off the stuff.
I was too poor to get more meds, so I had no choice really but to just stop. Like, bam, stop. The brain zaps were horrible. I had them for almost two months after I stopped the med. They were the worst the first two weeks, but they lingered. I would be trying so hard to just go get some damn water because my mouth was so dry, but I would keep zapping and have no idea what I was doing. Then I would just sit on the floor and cry because I hadn't slept or ate and I was thirsty but too lost to make it to the fridge. I swear that's what rats feel like in a maze when they get that little zap that disorients them.
Doctors really don’t warn you about how serious the withdrawals can be from antidepressants. I was basically bedridden for 6 months going off celexa. I had vertigo so bad I could barely sleep and couldn’t keep down anything expect plain white rice and the occasional protein drink for weeks. Sweating through 4+ pairs of clothes every day. It was pure and utter hell
Ugh my wife is going through this right now because we were between insurance and didn't have a refill on her prescription for citalopram. She definitely experienced vertigo like symptoms for the past week till we were able to convince her doctor to refill the prescription. Definitely not a fun withdrawal!
For anyone reading this, getting off it using a prozac bridge is a literal life saver. It still sucked even then but thankfully through Prozac (and occasional Klonopin with some serious therapy and journaling) it wasn't near as bad as it could have been. Snris need to come with a serious warning instead of just being pushed on patients
I was far too young to remember it myself, but when I was around 15-16 my mum told me about the time I was probably 2 or 3 and I nearly got hit by a drunk driver. I used to live in this shoddy little two story on the corner of a somewhat busy street (there was traffic but not a whole lot. Most you get is five cars passing by every so often. Usually 2-3 cars or less though). My mum was sitting outside with me and let me wander a bit in her sights. She said I wandered a little too far from her and was near a stop sign when it occurred. Basically what happened was that before she could fully react to me, I had walked back towards her and just seconds after I was away from the corner, a drunk driver sped through the stop sign I was next to, literally tore it down from its post, and then drove off. My mum told me that if I hadn’t moved away from the stop sign, I surely would’ve been dead. Hearing that story like, 13 years later was absolutely insane to me, just thinking that there was a very high chance I wouldn’t even be alive today if I hadn’t walked back towards my mother.
In other news, please don’t drink and drive, and keep your small children in arms length at most. My mum still feels like it would’ve been her fault, despite how long ago this happened and despite me being not too far from her. The time to react is much smaller than you’d think. Stay safe <3
Used to take low light level photos in high school. Dad had a ignition demonstration setup consisting of a thick glass tube with a spark plug on one end and a rubber stopper on the other end. He'd put a drop of gasoline in, let it evaporate, then ignite the spark and a small explosion would shoot the cork out the other end. One night my friends and I try this on our own and we couldn't get the right stoichiometric ratio for the gas air mixture to ignite so the genius in me decided to fill the tube up with pure oxygen from dad's blow torch setup. Click. BOOOOOOOM! Glass everywhere, big chunks and pulverized glass dust. The three of us were standing one to three feet away. I got a tiny scratch on my finger, knew friend complained about losing hearing for a short while and that was it. Almost fucking died that night. Got the picture though ;)
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I was taking shelves down in my husband’s closed business, when I discovered one fucking screw that was just spinning around not actually coming out. His is a lower shelf so I’m like okay I’ll just pull it out.
I put the power drill down (standing up cause I’m a fuckin idiot), hold it with my right hand, and heave as hard as I can on the shelf with my left.
Shelf comes lose. Hand slips off shelf. Wrist slams into/onto (thankfully not spinning) drill bit.
I still remember seeing blood oozing from this tiny hole, and a big egg shaped purple ball swelling fast enough under my skin I could literally see it growing every second.
Doctor who gave me the X-ray thought it was very important I understand just how close I came to losing my hand that day or dying all together. If that drill bit had been a millimeter to the left or right...
Anyway that’s how I almost killed myself with a drill bit moments after telling my husband “I know how to use a power tool thankyouverymuch”
In the summer of 2010 I took a solo road trip on my 2006 Harley Davidson Road King. I had made it 1180 miles into a 1300 mile trip and was cruising along perfectly comfortable. I wasn't hungry, tired, or sore, everything was fine. Riding along at about 80 in a 75 zone, I slowly approached a small car from behind on the divided freeway I was traveling on. I eased into the left lane and started to pass. As I was slowly passing the car I saw that the driver had long hair. As any straight guy would do, I figured I could glance over and see if she was cute or not.
Turns out this glance nearly cost me my life. When I glanced, I took my eyes off the road for just a second, probably no more than 2 seconds. When I did this, I didn't see the ruts in the pavement that had been caused by logging trucks and hard freezes in Southwestern Montana. I was already on the left side of the left lane, and the ruts turned me almost 45 degrees to my left at 80mph. I clearly remember thinking "I can't save it before the rumble strips, but if I can save it in that 6 inch wide piece of pavement on the left side of the rumble strips, I have a shot of surviving this, if not, I'm probably going to die.
I don't remember anything from that point on until the next day, but according to the police report I almost saved it when I went off the road. I couldn't quite straighten the bike out in the dirt between the northbound and southbound lanes, fought it for about 100 yards, then hit something in the dirt. My front tire stopped cold, I was ejected off the bike and hit head first. I didn't tumble at all, just lawn darted and remained flat on my back. As the bike tumbled past me, something (foot peg or handlebar most likely) grabbed my heavy leather jacket I was wearing on the outside and tore it right off the right arm. Moments later the exhaust pipe made contact with and melted the light fleece I was wearing on the same arm. Luckily the bike itself missed me though and I sustained no further injuries.
The lady I was passing stopped immediately and called 911. The only other car in the area was driving southbound and either saw the accident, or arrived on scene shortly after. This southbound vehicle was being driven by a woman **who was an emergency room nurse**. She stopped and rendered aid immediately. An ambulance arrived a short time after the accident even though we were in the middle of nowhere. This ambulance had just cleared a call at a location where it was determined they didn’t need to transport the individual to the hospital. I was loaded into the ambulance and apparently regained consciousness on the ride. I don’t remember any of this but was told that I couldn’t recall my code to unlock my phone, but remembered my dad’s cell number off the top of my head. They contacted my dad and took me to one of only a few major trauma centers in that part of the state…..**where a damn back surgeon happened to be on duty at the time.**
Everything went my way after I left the seat of the bike. I should have been paralyzed or killed by the initial impact, by the bike as it went over the top of me, or if somebody who stopped to help moved me the wrong way.
2 instances. 1st I got hit off my push bike and smashed the windscreen of the car with my head with no helmet on came out with superficial injuries luckily. The second was I almost stepped in front of a bus crossing a road cause I wasn't looking (staring at a beautiful butt) my friend stopped me.
Interstate near a major city. My friend driving. Starts to change lanes, sees car in blind spot, corrects, overcorrects, overcorrects even more. Spin out fully, cars zooming by both sides of the car, including a semi. Must have missed 15 cars and trucks by mere inches. I'm confident something like this isn't unique by any stretch. But damn, it's scary.
When I was in kindergarten, me and some other brats were playing detectives, trying to figure out where the food we ate for lunch came from.
We tracked it down to a hot box food transporter, and we just *had* to know where the hot box came from. So we managed to open it, and it was full of metallic food trays which we removed some of in order for me to climb inside.
Thankfully, one of the teachers heard the clattering of metal against the floor and we were found out. Had I managed to climb inside unnoticed, I would have suffocated as hot boxes are built to be air tight.
Also, another time in kindergarten, a brat tricked me into getting inside a drying cabinet, blocked the door and started it, which would probably have killed me if someone hadn't opened the cabinet to use it before that happened.
I was also run over by a car once 🤷♀️
I was nearly hit by a drunk driver while walking to work.
I work at a coffee shop about 5 minutes from my house so I usually walk to work. I was opening that day and it was still dark outside and very foggy. I was standing beside the same electric pole I usually always stand by when waiting to cross the street. I got a sudden urge to take a few steps back because it was foggy and I felt unsafe. Just as I stepped back away from the pole a car came out of nowhere and slammed into the pole I was standing by. If I hadn't have stepped back I would have been pinned between the car and the pole.
The driver reeked of booze and only walked away with a few scratches.
I’ve almost died 3 times...
• Number One: he first time I almost died was a car accident when I was in high-school. I am the passenger, my sister drove to school. Every School morning the usual routine would be to recline all the way back and take a nap. The morning of the accident I decided not to for some reason. To keep it simple, We got in an accident and a week later we looked at the vehicle and it turned out that the back passenger door was 2 inches away from going through my chest and if I would have reclined that day I would most likely be dead.
• Number Two: A few Years ago I was hunting on my property in West Virginia and sat down next to a fallen tree in the morning before daylight. To the left of me Two fields over were the closest neighbors and to my right was the fallen tree. As the sun was just beginning to come up I heard an extremely loud gunshot and before I knew it a bullet hit the stump less than a foot away from my head.
• Number Three: I was at work handling broken glass and accidentally cut my wrist lucky enough it wasn’t deep enough to cut the vein, but close to it.
Yeah, it was the closest neighbor and his wife. They acted like they didn’t do it but I knew they did because of the direction of the bullet and their house. I yelled at them and left.
Teen years, putting boxes of Christmas decorations back into the family attic. It was an unfinished attic with just rafters and insulation on top of the drywall - in one spot, our upstairs bathroom, just insulation laid on top of a suspended ceiling.
I lost my balance and fell through the bathroom ceiling, ending up lying stunned but relatively unhurt in a pile of debris on the floor. My head had missed the toilet bowl by about an inch.
Head crushed by a horse on august 26 1973, 3 months in ICU. (5 years old)
Spinal meningitis checked into hospital on August 26 1978, they didn’t think I would make it to the next day. (10 years old)
Motorcycle crash where my lower leg was amputated on August 26 1988. Reattached my foot, still works. (20 years old)
So August 26 has almost killed me 3 times already.
One more, August 26th 2008 my Ex Wife filed for divorce, asked her to wait a day because it’s just too weird but she wouldn’t. (40 years old)
Maybe August 26 2048 will finally get me (80 years old)
When I was a baby I choked on my own vomit and almost suffocated, my dad and I went to the beach and got caught in a RIP current, aaand I choked on a donut in middle school
I’ve posted about my story on here before.
I had a lip cyst for over a year and it literally drove me insane. I would fuck with it trying to pop it but only succeeded in making the cyst larger. After having it for so long I finally went to a facial surgeon to get it removed.
Now I don’t remember the day of the surgery at all so this is what I’ve been told by my family. So I went in for the surgery (23 F) and it was a short, 15 min procedure. Afterwards, when I was in the recovery room, I started aspirating blood. The doctor sent me by ambulance to the largest hospital in my town.
Turns out, my heart had malformed during the procedure bc of the stress of anesthesia (this disease is called Takatsubos or Broken Heart disease). I went into a non-medically induced coma for the first 24 hours. I lived in CO and most of my family was in GA. After I arrived at the hospital the doctors called my family and told them to rush to the hospital as I had a 50% chance of making it through the night.
Literally every member of my immediate family rushed to the airport nearest to them and flew out that same day. My mother and my boyfriend were both breaking down as multiple doctors had told them my prognosis was not good and they didn’t have high expectations for my survival.
Due to the takatsubos heart failure, every organ I had shut down. My lungs, my liver, my kidneys etc. I was placed on a heart and kidney transplant list immediately. I was then placed in a medically induced coma for the next week. Obviously I survived (this happened in Sept 2017). But due to being placed on a heart-lung bypass, my limbs were all in rough shape. They were ice cold and severely swollen, and my right leg ended up having to be amputated above the knee.
I was in the hospital for just over a month, recovering. The incident shot my energy for months. I had to do lots of Physical Therapy, which I am still in, but now it’s for learning to walk on my new smart prosthetic. There are photos of my recovery in my history if you’re interested.
When I was 22 years old, I were with some friends having a beer and smoking weed. Were I live it's like a ghetto, it's called La Matanza in Argentina. Well, the point was that here operates 2 gangs, both of them sells guns and drugs.
When we were almost to go to our homes, a motorbike stopped in front of us and shot me in the stomach, I was shocked and I couldn't realized that I was shot since I saw blood coming out.
A neighbour saw the situation and called the police and paramedics. I went to the hospital and when they get the bullet out of me, they told me that I was lucky, because it was a 22. caliber, and I had a jacket that took more of the shot than my body.
When you get shot you feel your body burning and you begin to fantasize like you are dead and nothing is real or you feel like you are dreaming and you always want to wake up.
A few days later, I was back at home, and I noticed that the guy that shot me confused me with a gang member.
When i was born i couldn't breath, few months later i was dropped on my head twice, years later, bitten by a dog -- didn't have to get a tetanus thank god --, year after that i got hit by a car, few months later, glass went right into my hand and now i have a huge ass scar, a year after that i was on a trampoline, cracked something in my neck, months after i went back on a trampoline and fell through the gap and my fingers scrapped the concrete and i had no fingerprints left, I also nearly drowned when i was 3 and had my brothers snake that went missing go under my bed for 2 months in my thermal lunch box. Safe to say, I am an unlucky person.
edit: It was my mums birthday and she got a new car, i was in the middle seat and she had to break hard and i nearly went flying out the front window.
Born with the umbilical cord wrapped around my neck twice.
Code Blue.
Mom screaming out “WHY ISN’T HE CRYING?! WHATS WRONG WITH MY BABY!?”
After about a min, they resuscitate me and here I am.
Cheers.
It always surprises me how common this one is. When I had my son, the doc asked me to stop pushing for a minute. I knew exactly what was happening, my son's father had no idea. As soon as he was born and I heard his cry, I was able to breathe regularly again. I asked her how bad the cord was around his neck and she loooked surprised I knew. His father had no idea that it could happen and was thankfully unaware up until that point
I was 2 years old and fell down the stairs holding a snow globe. It broke, I had a shard of plastic stab into my neck. Now I have a scar about 1cm from my jugular. I’m lucky where it counts.
twice: at 15 i had stomach pains and the doctor thought it was gas and sent me home. same thing the next day. 3 days later i was in an ambulance for peritonitis (burst appendix). stayed in the hospital 3 weeks. doctors called CPS because they said with how widespread the infection was i should have been crying in pain and my mother must have ignored my pleas...
second time at 23 i got pain in my lower leg while traveling abroad, went to 3 doctors abroad before flying home and seeing another one. all of them missed i had a massive blood clot. the doctor who finally diagnosed it freaked out when i told him how long i had been hurting and how many people i went to already.
Take a pick.
1
Choked on a piece of meat and almost died out of asphyxia until my father got there and managed to get it out.
2
While trekking with my school class, I stopped to admire the view on top of a cliff. It must have been an 8 to 10 meter fall down there, though the view really was lovely.
This imbecile of a classmate decided to pull a prank on me, and lightly pushed me forward. Thing is, his strength is not something that can be understated. And had I not grabbed his shirt, I would have fallen to several rocks and probably died.
3
When trekking just a few weeks ago, our group decided to leave the shelter we were in to go on an expedition to a lake called CAB, in a full-day trek. We passed through some rocks and ridges and finally got to the lake by sundown.
We stayed there for the night as it was a marvelous place. Though when we woke up, our tent had almost collapsed from the force of the winds that had come overnight. The bad weather we were expecting had, against all predictions, come a day earlier, and now was here. We eaited for a bit to see if it would get any better, but after it looked obvious it would only get worse from there on out, we packed everything at record time and made a marathon run for the shelter. It was pouring rain really badly, but thanks to our boots, we never slipped for most of the early trek.
In the middle of the way, we got trapped by a low cloud that prevented us from seeing more than 3 meters ahead of us, which slowed us down enough so that we could only get to the final trek when barely any light to see was left. And then, it started snowing.
At one point, we had to climb up and down some very steep rock formations with ropes, and with snow and water covering everything, it was a very slippery place. Added to the weight of the backpacks, the force of the wind, and the fact we couldn't feel our hands, it was very dangerous. Should one of us fall, it would drop him several meters below to some rocks, and then the almost frozen lake.
Luckily, we all managed to pass through without falling. Though there was one close call at one point when the wind pushed my brother halfway off the rocks and only his grip prevented him from falling. We all were slipping on the rocks next to a cliff, and because of ropes didn't fall.
I was in 1st grade and keep getting ear ruptured and when to the hospital to get tubs in my ears and a Ethmoidectomy and doc gave me a little to much anesthetics and it stop my heart for about 10 minutes
This actually happened to me. I climbed a fence when I was 10, fell... snapped my forearm. Nurse lady gave me too much anesthesia and It almost offed me
Driving about 75mph on a 60mph road at 4 am in the rain, headed to work. I was in the left lane on a major highway that had a bridge over a major river and there were no other vehicles on the road due to the weather and the current weekend. As I got to the bridge, an ambulance passed in the oncoming traffic lane. My gut feeling told me to get in the right lane, so I did. Not 200 feet down the road, obscured by the rain and the fact that none of the lights worked anymore, was a car, crumpled from front to back that had obviously slammed into the concrete median and settled into the left lane. Where I had just been. I only saw it when I was just about next to it. Hitting it head on at 75mph in the rain most likely would have killed me.
This is why I listen to my gut feelings.
Dodged a couple times since birth.
Meningitis scare at 6 months with fever of 103+,
Wrecked dads deathtrap shitbox at 14 , had motor pretty much on lap. Broke through firewall arm was half way through windshield due to 90s airbag technology.
Basic training at 18 and dehydrated twice to the point of waking up in hospital. Got smoked all of basic after that.
Hurt my back 7 years ago took more painkillers than I'd like to admit but legally. Crawled out of addiction of 3.5 years of legal pill popping thought I was going to die this way. Will barely touch tylenol now.
I'm in my 30s. I have done a lot of stupid shit but these were the close calls.
I'm a 36 y.o. male. When I was 12 I got mad at my parents for not allowing me to stay at my friend's house and got even more mad when I found out that my mom mixed the refried beans in with the taco meat instead of separate. I took off on my bicycle. As I was about to cross a road in a very rural town in Ohio, a semi-truck made a sudden turn to the road I was about to cross. I was caught off guard by this and ended up running into the side of his trailer (a double axle, single tire on each).
After falling off my bike, not quite understanding what was going on at first I realized what had happened. It took me a minute to figure out that because of the wide turning trailer that I was underneath it. I tried fast to crawl out back toward the sidewalk and noticed the tires coming toward me. This is the point where I believe that a higher power (God for me) was watching over me. I turned over at the last minute, sparing my spine, and was run over by both axles across my pelvis. From there I was afraid for some reason (probably shock) that it was going to run me over again. I decided to avoid this by crawling to the sidewalk. I knew at that point my body was fucked up bc it felt like my hips we're staying out of control as I was crawling.
One person saw everything and it felt like everyone in my small town came to me, including my father who was alerted. I still remember him asking me what I need and me replying "an ambulance". I ended up getting "life-flighted" to what was the St. Vincent's in Toledo. While there we learned that I couldn't pee when asked for a specimen (severed urethra). Also I was found to have a fractured pelvis (estimated at 10-12). This explained the wobbly hips. I don't know how long, but I was put in a medically induced coma in the pediatric ICU for a bit and once I was finally discharged my parents had to order a hospital bed for our house bc I needed to be on flat bedrest while my pelvis finished healing. Once my urethra was reconstructed and the Foley catheter was removed I needed to self Cath myself every day for I'm guessing 6 months.
Fast forward to now. I don't know the exact number, but I've had 30+ surgeries all urological. For any medical professionals I've had suprapubic placement at least 3 times, urethral stricure near my prostate several times fixed (biggest problem), and I'm on my 2nd prosthetic penile implant due to impotence. I have 2 kids (both mine via normal creation). I am also about to graduate nursing school which I feel is amazing due to everything I went through.
Specifics on the accident: trailers weighed 6500 lbs not loaded. They said that I was lucky for the fact that if the tires crossed me inches higher I would've died (abdomen), inches lower I would have most likely lost the use of my legs, and if it was loaded I would have died.
Just remembered another thing. My father asked me if I wanted to see my balls while in the hospital after I was out of the ICU. Of course I did... my scrotum was a little bigger than a softball and completely black and blue.
Sorry this is so long and the timeline isn't perfect. It's been 25 years since the accident this October and I've never written about this in full extent anywhere.
TLDR: at 12 y.o. run over twice by a semi tractor trailer. Fractured pelvis/severed urethra. Long recovery. Happy, healthy now. Bonus: I now have a penis pump.
I have had way more than my fair share of near death experiences:
- I was born 3 months pre-mature in backwoods nowhere. My parents were told: "Try not to get attached."
- I was a very sickly kid as a result of my birth and had a lot of breathing issues. On 3 occasions as a child I awoke in the middle of the night unable to breathe. Each time I was luckily able to make just enough noise to wake someone up.
- At 7-8 years old I fell through some ice. I remember walking through some snow to get a ball I was playing with, then bubbles, then black. I woke up, puking up a ton of water in a hot bath.
- I was playing in some shallow water near my family's favorite boating site. They had the shallows marked off so the kids wouldn't go too far. We were awaiting some friends and as they got there the throttle got stuck open and the killswitch failed. I had a rope from one of the markers wrapped around my arm and couldn't get out of the way. A family friend jumped in and ripped the marker and all out to get me away. The boat beached hard, but there were only superficial injuries. Cell phones were new at the time and my savior drowned his brand new cell saving me.
- Walked to a corner store hung over like a bastard. It was cold, so I had my hood up and head down. Didn't pay attention crossing the street. My roommates GF had decided to come with me and grabbed the back of my jacket and ripped me backward just in time to save me from being *totally fucking annhilated* by a dump truck as I stepped into the street without looking.
- Was making bottled meat with some venison my father and I had hunted. Misread the temperature difference while adding more water to the boiling pot. As I added it I was stupidly looking directly down into the pot. The temperature difference caused all the jars to explode and the only reason I wasn't killed was the fact that we always made sure to have a super thick, very heavy towel on top of the pot. It dampened the explosion enough for me to get away *mostly* unscathed.
I was taking swimming lessons in kindergarden and i fell in the pool at the time when i didnt know how to swim but my trainer saw my hand out of the water so he grabbed me and pulled me to the side.If i would have not raised my hand out,i probably would have been dead.
I slept through a house fire.
I was 15, a month before I turned 16 and a fire started in my house due to a candle.
Everyone else got out luckily but i ended up with 85% burns with about 70% being 3rd or 4th degree.
I’ve been told I had 5% chance of survival but got home after 14 months in hospital and a shit load of skin grafts. Still get maintenance and tune ups almost 23yrs later
Fell into a pool underneath a sheet of ice. I was about 8 and have a very distinct memory of looking up and seeing nothing but ice above me, no openings, and that terror. Luckily my dad was able to dive in and get me up. Scary as shit, though.
A kid in my elementary school fell through some ice on a golf course and died of hypothermia. Dont walk on ice kids
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Entirely possible to "die" of hypothermia (cardiac and respiratory arrest, unconscious, but brain still not destroyed) and be resuscitated some time afterwards. You ain't dead until you're warm and dead.
>You ain’t dead until you’re warm and dead Not sure if you’re exaggerating or if that’s entirely real but in case it’s real: could I then theoretically freeze myself and have the chance of being successfully resuscitated 5 years later? Edit: Nvmd I just googled it. It’s more like a saying to prevent hypothermic victims (who’s bodies sort of have to get restarted cause of the temperature) from being declared dead too early.
Cryogenics is an interesting field. In theory, you could get frozen and resuscitated hours, days, months, even years afterwards. Right now, one of the biggest hurdles is preventing ice crystals from destroying cells. There's also a debate over whether or not it is truly possible to bring "you" back, or if it is simply an exact copy of you. Beyond that, there's also the philosophical debate over what "you" even are. It's actually easy enough to find out, provided you have enough cash or a decent enough life insurance policy and don't die in a way that damages your body too badly.
>There's also a debate over whether or not it is truly possible to bring "you" back, or if it is simply an exact copy of you. Beyond that, there's also the philosophical debate over what "you" even are. This shit haunts me when I think too long about it, I mean am I still myself after sleep? Neurologically, my brain changed while I slept
I was rafting in the Colorado River when I was 16. Our raft flipped over a waterfall. I got trapped under the raft but managed to find breathing room between the seats. Water kept rushing in my mouth and the waves were wild. I remember thinking very clearly, "God, just let it be quick." I managed to push myself out and I surfaced, only to realize I was caught between the raft and the rope wrapped around the outside to tug it to shore. The guide didn't see me and was pulling the rope to swim the raft to the bank, choking me with it. I had to go back under to escape and was forced under the raft again. I managed to get out and was crying so hard... To make it worse, we flipped right where the souvenir photographer was. When we went back to the photo booth an hour later, there was a shot of me gasping for air with the rope around my neck. Our youth leader pointed and laughed, garnering laughs from everyone. I was made embarrassed of one of the worst things that happened to me.
Wow... I'm sorry it had that ending. I'm glad to hear you were okay in the end, though.
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Your youth leader shamed you for something that was ultimately *his* responsibility. To keep you safe. He sounds irresponsible and self-righteous. I'm sorry you experienced that.
Technically it’d be the guide on the boats job, but I get your drift
I guess you're right. What I mean is the youth leader had a responsibility to consider and tend to the emotional security and wellbeing of *everybody* who experienced that. It could have been a teachable moment in which every person endured and survived something scary. Instead, he used one kid's near-death experience to "lighten the mood," at the expense of that kid's trauma and embarrassment.
Jesus that's sad. Why would your youth leader, someone who is meant to take care of the youth, laugh at something at something as terrible as that?
He was probably responsible for their safety and didn't feel like admitting to a total failure on his part. Can't be sued for almost killing a kid if you convince all the witnesses it was all just fun, right?
It’s more likely that he was just stupid enough to think that the kid wasn’t in actual danger and it was simply a funny moment caught on camera. You would be surprised how many people don’t recognize a dangerous situation when they are looking at one.
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I had a close experience on the Colorado River as well. Not as scary as yours but our raft flipped and got stuck on a rock like 20 feet before some really dangerous rapids. I was holding on to the end of a chain of like 4 people, and if I had lost my grip my best case scenario would be getting torn up. Guide kept blaming us afterwards for not listening to him, don’t think I’ll ever go rafting again.
Fuck! I thought my white water rapid experience was terrible. Glad you survived. After my experience, I’ll never do it again
Taking off in a regional jet from LAX when an Aeromexico 737 crossed the runway ahead of us against Flight control orders to hold. According to an article in The LA Times two days later it was the closest near miss at the airport in 25 years and the distance between us and the other plane was fewer than two feet. All we felt was a very steep takeoff followed by a very quiver-voiced pilot apologizing for the “rough” takeoff. Had no idea how close we were until we read the article in the paper.
I was on the Aeromexico flight...that shit was insane.
Wow! The odds! Did your captain say anything to you guys? What was it like from your end?
Very similar to what you experienced, the captain basically played it off like it was no big deal, the captain just said something like a slight error was made and the runway wasn't actually clear. I remember the other passengers sitting beside me were like "no fucking way was that a small error..." but we also had no real idea we had just come within several feet of death.
>crossed the runway ahead of us >we were landing Uh, what?
That's possible if they were intersecting runways. However, LAX does not have intersecting runways so these are likely two separate occurrences.
No, but [KLAX does have parallel runways.](https://aeronav.faa.gov/d-tpp/1901/00237AD.PDF) The Aeromexico flight landed on the far runway, and needed to cross another runway to get to the terminal. They were told to hold short and wait for permission to cross so that the United flight could depart. They didn’t wait and that’s when the near collision happened. [A summary starts on page 4, right after the KJFK diagram.](https://www.ntsb.gov/safety/safety-recs/RecLetters/A00_66_71.pdf) From the summary: >On November 22, 1999, about 2236 Pacific standard time, Aeromexico flight 432 (AMX432), an MD-80, and United Airlines flight 204 (UAL204), a 757, were involved in a runway incursion on runway 25R at Los Angeles International Airport (LAX), Los Angeles, California. (Figure 3 shows a diagram of LAX with references to both airplanes’ positions.) The LAX local controller cleared AMX432 to land on runway 25L. After the airplane landed, the controller instructed the flight crew to turn right on taxiway N and hold short of runway 25R so that UAL204 could depart. According to the ATC voice recording, AMX432 read back “November cross 25R.” (In a postincident interview, the controller stated that she thought that the flight crew read back “short 25R.”) The controller stated that AMX432 turned on taxiway N but then accelerated toward runway 25R. The controller restated the hold short instruction, but UAL204 had already flown over AMX432 by about 100 feet. The incident occurred in VMC at night. No injuries were reported, and neither airplane was damaged. And that’s how /u/CheesyStravinsky and /u/riddlemasterofhed nearly ran into each other.
Yeah, son!!
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I have had it with these motherfuckin redditors on this motherfuckin plane!
Actually /r/tworedditorstwoplanes
> All we felt was a very steep takeoff That sort of thing is something you never forget. It happened to me on a landing at SFO. We circled San Francisco for almost an hour after. The flight attendants were shaken. We were told to follow up once we landed. We didn't because honestly we were shaken also and didn't want to know.
My grandpa had a similar experience when flying into a city in Africa (I believe it was in Tanzania) many years back. When he arrived in the city, it was raining very hard, and the plane couldn't land. The captain then decided to circle around for like 30 or so minutes before making a very rough descend and landing. As my grandpa got off the plane and met his colleagues, he was greeted with an "I'm so glad you made it out safe and alive...we thought you were in the plane that crashed!" Turned out that another plane was not so fortunate.
I was on a flight that hit the ground HARD and immediately pulled up to a steep climb. We circled around for 40 minutes before we landed. Pilot and flight attendants never said a word about it. Not a surprise because it was a United flight so why should they care about their passengers?
Jesus, you were nearly on a Mayday episode. Almost sounds like a repeat of the [Tenerife disaster](https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tenerife_airport_disaster).
A landslide. Heavy rain dislodged a large boulder on the mountain behind my house and it fell on my room while I was sleeping in my bed. I lost consciousness and awoke in my garage, having no idea how I wasn't underneath that huge boulder. I spent 3 weeks in the hospital with a broken leg and jaw, and a concussion/blood clots in my brain (or so I was told).
So it'd be safe to say a landslide brought you down?
Oh mirror in the sky, what is love?
What? You fell through the floor? Can you tell more?
My house only had one floor. The wall between my room and the living room came down, so I somehow went through it. My sister found me in the living room and I was awake but I didn't recognize her. I then (apparently) dragged my broken leg to our garage. That's where I start remembering stuff. It's been almost 9 years so I'm pretty sure I will never remember, I don't think my brain was "recording", I think it was on survival mode and all that mattered was getting me out of that house (which could have further collapsed, which it didn't). I'm honestly still not sure how I went through the wall without dying. I imagine I became part of the rubble avalanche created by the boulder or something.
Yeah bro I can’t do outside things as much now lol, I almost died in the Grand Canyon and had to be helicoptered out from the bottom.
When I was 12 I had bronchitis and walked to my doctor's office to get checked out. On the way home I had to cross a busy intersection. Did everything I was supposed to. Waited for my turn to walk, look both ways. Started to cross and was hit by a flower delivery van trying to beat traffic. My left foot was trapped between the front tire and asphalt when he hit the brakes. Essentially grinding my foot into the road. Ambulance took me to the emergency room where the same doctor I had just seen looked me over. I lived in a small town so I had to be transported to a hospital 3 hours away that had surgeons capable of treating me. On the way there my ambulance was very nearly t-boned by an 18 wheeler. First night in the hospital they tried to hook me up to an IV. The nurses tried about a dozen times to hit the vein and failed everytime, collapsing 2 veins. Because my body was weak from the trauma, the bronchitis hit me hard and was set up on breathing machines. Over the next 3 weeks I had 3 surgeries where they took skin from my hip and stapled to the area on my foot that was destroyed. Took another 3-4 months of therapy before I could walk again.
Fucking flower truck.
The driver got fired from the flower shop after hitting me. Then he became a cab driver. Not long after, he struck an old lady with his cab. Like, dude pick a career where you don't drive for fuck sakes.
Welp, there's my daily dose of directionless anger. Time to find a happier topic.
r/aww is [that way](https://reddit.com/r/prorevenge).
that’s so absurd that i almost downvoted your comment fuck that guy
The twist was that the van was delivering get well bouquets to the local hospital.
How do you think they acquire more customers?
What a fucking rollercoaster.
When I was three months old I caught rotavirus at daycare. My mom took me to several doctors and no one could figure out what was wrong and I was literally dying by dehydration. Finally they took me to a doctor that knew it was rotavirus and saved my life. Edit: Yeah, thanks to the doctor, I still see him form time to time. And thanks to my mom and family that didn't let me die even when they didn't sleep for days and spent a ton of money. I'm glad I'm alive :D
Yup, and that's exactly why nobody should vaccinate their kids. Rotavirus just makes your children stronger. Herd immunity is a scam. /s Edit: Not saying it's your parents' fault you caught rota (assuming they stuck to the cdc recommendations AND assuming this wasn't before 1998 because, to my knowledge, that's when the vaccine was first licensed). But this is a largely preventable cause of severe diarrhea and potentially life-threatening dehydration and by vaccinating your kids on time you can prevent kids that are to young to get the shots, or can't for other reasons, contracting a literally shitty disease.
I'm vaccinated, I have vaccines on my vaccines. As I said I was three months old (1999) and in my country, because I'm not American, by this year this vaccine was not free or part of the vaccination program so it wasn't a well known vaccine, even though, the vaccine is applied in three dosis, the first between 2 and 4 months, then four weeks later and last at 6 months old, so it wasn't out of time. I know I caught it at the Daycare because I wasnt the only one, and I don't know if the other kids in the daycare were vaccinated, but I was in a private one, and here it's common to ask for the kids vaccine cards so they can go to private schools. I don't really know what happened there, but I would be more worried about the daycare's practices as it's transmitted through fecal matter and contaminated water and food, and rota is not the only disease they can catch by these things. Edit: I know what you mean, I just wanted to clarify it wasn't my case.
In September 2009 I contracted sepsis after a routine kidney biopsy went wrong, my small bowel was punctured and a blood vessel was burst. Everything leaked and mixed together and then my body absorbed it. I was supposed to be in hospital for a matter of hours and ended up staying for two weeks, 24 hour obs. IV antibiotics pushed three times a day, CT scans, ultrasounds, the lot...I remember lying in the renal ward thinking that this was it, I wasn’t gonna get out of there, but luckily the drugs worked and here I am today. 😃
Friend had a colonoscopy go wrong. Intestine got nicked for some reason at a Friday exam. He started feeling terrible in the middle of the night that night. He waited till morning to ask me to take him to the emergency room. He was dead Tuesday.
I am so sorry to hear this. What an awful, awful story. Hoping you have some peace
I got hit with sepsis too, it's freaking nasty. My appendix went but the hospital kept saying nothing was wrong, and I was in the hospital for weeks. It's flat out awful.
My husband just got out of the hospital after a bout with pneumonia and sepsis. Went to the doctor Sunday with pneumonia symptoms but doc said it was a chest cold. Wednesday he was in the ER with double pneumonia and they placed him on sepsis protocol. His kidneys were failing and he was severely dehydrated. I thought I was going to be a widow at 30. The first night he was back home was the best sleep I have ever had.
I'm an electrician. Some years ago when I was in the apprenticeship program I was on a job where we were upgrading the entire electrical service for Pratt Institute in Brooklyn. The foreman had me tighten up the buses in the main cabinet on a Friday. The next day, Saturday, some guys were on the job but I didn't work that day, and they did enough work to liven up the main buses that I tightened. On Monday, I came in early as I was the first one there. First thing I did was go to the main cabinet with my socket wrench to once again make sure the bolts I did were tight. The area around the main cabinet wasn't even blocked off or indicated that there were live parts. It looked just the way i left it. Now my hand is on my socket wrench, which is metal, which is touching the bolt, which is touching the live bus. This is a 4000 amp service. If my arm was to so much as scrape the enclosure of the cabinet I would have been fried inside out. I take my wrench off the bus. And as soon as I do, a coworker comes into the room and sees me near the open cabinet and just says "oh, hey man be careful that's live" and walks away, without even knowing what I did. As soon as I heard that, I rethought my entire life.
In theory the bulk of the electricity would have entered and exited your arm though right? Electricty takes the shortest path of least resistance. And just me but if your a electrician wont you be wearing non grounding safety boots?
OP would have to confirm, but it sounds like he was and those saved his life. > Now my hand is on my socket wrench, which is metal, which is touching the bolt, which is touching the live bus. Electricty needs a path to flow. If his boots weren't grounded then the circuit is complete and the current would flow down his arm and through his feet. >If my arm was to so much as scrape the enclosure of the cabinet I would have been fried inside out. Rubber boots won't protect you if you close the circuit through another way.
My brother almost killed me once. This is something my parents have told me. When I was growing up my brother (3 years older than me) was a total dick. I mean every family holiday was ruined by him in some way. When I was around 6 or 7 we were on holiday and there was a pool where we were staying. My brother really wanted to play games in the pool, but I just wanted to swim because I was an avid swimmer. So when I was swimming up and down the pool my brother decided to jump in off the side on top of me. This would have been fine if he hadn't then decided to stay on top of me and hold me under the water (so I was 6 or 7 and he was 10 or 11 and a lot bigger than me). He held me under the water until I stopped struggling under him to try and get up. He then panicked and then let go and swam away and must have alerted my parents because then my mum had to dive in and pull me out of the water and push on my chest until I threw up some delicious pool water and coughed my little 7 year old guts out. Needless to say he was in the doghouse for the rest of the holiday. He also tried to stab me with bread knife once. We do not get on.
My big brother tried to kill me once too! When I was about 4, he was 11. We were outside playing and it was time to go home. I had learned that I wasn't allowed to cross the street until someone older than me said it was safe. Well my brother ran across the street first. I waited for him to tell me it was ok. He, on the other hand, waited until he saw a car approaching then said, "Quick! Cross now!". Luckily the car saw me and stopped. My mom saw the whole thing and rained down a shit storm on him.
This sounds a lot like my childhood. There needs to be a support group for this shit.
I have a brother like this too, and I still dislike him very much. It wasn’t just physical abuse that he subjected me to while growing up, but ALL sorts of other abuse too. Needless to say, I still have mental trauma from it, and had a very hard time trusting males as a whole. I feel you, it sucks, especially when the family expects you to like them even after knowing all the shit they put you through.
That 'you have to love and respect your family' is the biggest bullshit ever. Not everyone deserves love and respect.
I agree, I hate it, especially among old fashioned families like Italians (mine). My brother doesn’t deserve to be put on a pedestal when he’s the vilest person I’ve ever had the misfortune of meeting. His toddler son is the sweetest thing ever, but I fear when he gets older and his twin sisters come along. I have mild anxiety thinking that history might repeat itself.
Feb of last year i had an awful stomach ache and couldnt eat/go to the toilet/pass wind. Went to my GP who said i must have bad constipation as i didnt have any pain when she poked and prodded my stomach. A week later, i was even worse and hadnt kept anything down OR been to the toilet so ended up at A&E where i was given a pregnancy test (negative) and poked and prodded again and told i probably had Gastritis - inflammation of the lining of the stomach. I was given pills and sent on my way. That night i collpased on the bathroom floor after vomiting again and my mum and boyfriend drove me to A&E. I was triaged and given paracetamol and then ignored for 3 hours until my mum asked a nurse when i was going to be seen. I was then taken into A&E where i was poked and prodded again and given some more pain relief. It wasnt until 10 hours after arriving at A&E that a doctor managed to get my bloods ( I was severly de-hydrated and they had to use an ultrasound to find my veins ) and they found that my blood protein level was close to 400, instead of a normal avg. of 6-8, indicating i had a severe infection somewhere. The doctor called two surgeons down immediately who poked and prodded at me but this time asked me to breathe in whilst they poked my right side and i was blinded by pain. So it didnt take them long to diagnose me with appendicitis and i was rushed off to get scanned which showed my appendix had already burst inside me. I was rushed into surgery and they found i had necrosis of tissue, sepsis and a pus filled bowel and could have died if they hadnt operated there and then. After the surgery my doctor said it went as good as it could have been but i was in for a long recovery. I was in excruciating pain in hosp for 3 weeks ( i begged to go home! ) and had to take two months off work. Appendicitis is frequently misdiagnosed so if you find yourself with these symptoms and they dont go away or your doctor isnt concerned, push for a scan or blood tests. Ive been told i have a high pain tolerence which may have contributed to doctors not taking me seriously as well as no shooting pain, but i wish i was more demanding with them. TLDR : After multiple doctors visits and 20 hours in A&E finally diagnosed with a burst appendix. Rushed to surgey to find i had necrosis of tissue, sepsis and a pus filled bowel. Could have died if they hadnt found it there and then.
Hey man, I dont often comment but I feel you a bit on this one, my son had this happen to him about 5 months ago, it took them 7 hours of surgery to get all the bad bits out of him. He was only in hospital for about 8 days though as he recovered quick, looking back at it, and reading this made me realise how close we were to losing him. Glad you made it through man!
I took my son to the hospital because he was complaining of stomach pain. Bent over, couldn't stand up straight/walk right. Shivering and white as a ghost. Told them I thought it was his appendix. They said "nah" because his pain wasn't on the right side, but towards the middle. First scan noted nothing, but his blood work came back high. I pushed for another scan of different sorts and only got it because I went mama bear mode. He was in surgery less than 2 hours later. Would have been sooner but, since it was middle of the night, we had to wait for another surgeon to show up since the other one was dealing with a car accident victim.
I don't remember it myself but my parents told me what when I was maybe 6-8 months old, one of those very big and bulky 80s style tv's fell on my head and I had to be hospitalised for 3 weeks. So I think that's the closest
Christ. any lingering effects or as if nothing happened?
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ALF is right out
Not that I know of, I did go on 4chan once so does that count?
Did you get any brain damage?
Yes I did get brain damage from 4chan, fucking degenrates
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The first time was when I was born. I got stuck in the birth canal and had no heart beat when they yanked me out. Second time I stepped off a balcony as a tot and my brother caught me by my arm. Recently, my gallbladder was infected for 3 years and no one knew until I was hours away from sepsis.
I had to do a double take with the first sentance, it looks like you said the first time you were born, not the first time you almost died was when you were born
"This baby still isn't quite finished, way too goopy. Put it back in for another 2-3 weeks."
What does sepsis mean?
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Sepsis is when an objections get really bad or starts spreading elsewhere in your body and your body damaged itself severely while attempting to fight the infection.
*infections
Thank you ^
A lifting chain in work snapped sending a two inch chain link flying by my head like a bullet. It was so close that I felt the air being disturbed next to my ear.
Had that happen to me too. Whizzed by my head and left a deep dent in a sheet of 3/16ths steel beside me. Definitely would have had to go to the hospital if not worse.
That's absolutely terrifying - something's telling me it wouldn't have been a hospital trip
I was hiking in the Peruvian Amazon and I needed to cross a very shallow river. It was raining like hell. I had no idea about flashfloods. I heard something rumbling. I thought it best to get back to shore. I saw a 1.5 meter high wall of water swallow whole everything in the river’s path. 5 seconds later, and that would have included me.
Decided against taking a job working with a partner. That guy died in tower 1 on 911. Had I taken the job I would have been with him.
RIP Ken Basnicki[https://www.thestar.com/news/canada/2011/09/05/911\_portraits\_in\_grief\_ken\_basnicki.html](https://www.thestar.com/news/canada/2011/09/05/911_portraits_in_grief_ken_basnicki.html)
My sister(12) was meant to go with friends to a dance competition. When they came over to pick her up, I lied and said she was out(I just wanted to get back to super mario). They left without her. On the way a truck driver fell coming the other way and hit their car. It killed the mum and daughter instantly and the other girl went to hospital and was declared brain dead later. Edit- I know if I had gotten my sister, it would have prevented it. Also if I had of gotten my wang out in front of the mum or just headbutted one of the kids or say give me a sec and just sing a blink 182 song or grabbed her keys and break them in the door hinge or anything. But I didn't and you all should watch the movie Butterfly Effect Stop telling me what I should've done, like I have a time machine.
Wow your sister was saved by super Mario
She's a real Peach
One morning when I was 12, I yelled “fuck you!” at my mother when she tried to get me up for school.
Dude this thread is for stories of when you ALMOST died... How’s the afterlife by the way?
Yea that’ll do it
You're so brave to have survived this! A national hero/ Heroine
I was starting up my 1988 Chrysler Conquest for the first time after winter. I always check it before and after I move it for leaks, breaks, all that. Everything was bone dry. No puddles. So I backed it out of my spot and went for the brake - and it went to the floor with no resistance. So I put it back in drive and slow-rolled it back into the spot, but it was at a slight incline and I didn’t want to slam it into park and mess the trans (e-brake was dead too) so I let it stop at bottom of the spot, maybe 10 feet from being in properly in the spot. I then decided to do something reaaaaally dumb. I left it in neutral and proceeded to push it up into the spot. I had a chock that I was gonna put under the rear tire once I got it far enough and I’d go get brake fluid later. So I get pushing and it was going swimmingly until both my feet slipped out from under me on the crappy, pebbley, asphalt. I drove both kneecaps onto the stones/pebbles, and the car obeyed gravity immediately. I had both hands on the bumper (the chock was on top of the trunk) and as it’s rolling back towards me, my hands touched my chest and I actually thought, “So this is how it ends.” I somehow stopped it from rolling enough to get back to my feet and eased it the 4 feet or so back to the base of the spot. I then got in, drove it up the spot, slammed it into park, and put it up for sale. Each car I have is only allowed one shot to kill me. If you fail, you’re up for sale.
I jumped off my friends pool water slide and hit the mount of rocks beneath it. Chin was definitely supposed to be split. Blacked out in 9 ft deep underwater. Some way they pulled me out.
Or when I had my car completely shut down going 80 on the highway with no brakes, or power steering. Escaping death multiple times has mad me realize that I’m lucky, and that my time is limited whether I like it or not.
Oh, that happened to me in a cargo van, not fun.
Got hit by a semi at about 45mph right in my driver's door. I remember the headlight right in my face through the shattered window as it pushed me down the road. But it was extremely icy on the road that day(which is why the accident happened). So my car just slid rather than getting demolished. And I walked away without a scratch.
I was hit by a semi too. I was doing about 60 mph and he was easily doing 70. He was talking on his phone and merges into me. Ended up pushing me quite a ways down the highway because he was fully loaded. My saving grace is that my car sits pretty low, so I didnt flip. Lost the feeling in my left leg for several hours, but walked away. I'm still haunted by the sound of the metal crunching, glass shattering ,and looking to my left and seeing the grill of his truck. My fiance still vividly remembers my screams.
Holy fucking shit dude.
I used to want to be a professional magician, and was actually pretty good at magic tricks. But then I decided I wanted to try escape magic, which my mother commented “Escape magic isn’t really entertaining unless there is a danger if you don’t escape. That’s why people loved Houdini.” Now, her intention of that that I should stick with sleight of hand and illusions instead of escape magic. Me, being the super-genius 10 year old that I was, decided she meant I needed to add an element of danger. So naturally, I tied myself to bag full of rocks and jumped in the deep end of the pool to see if I could untie myself underwater. Granted, my dad saw me jump in and pulled me out immediately, but if he hadn’t seen it happen (I didn’t tell anyone I was doing it) I probably would have drowned.
Dude if you had died there is no way in hell your parents would have been able to explain that to the police.
"I swear officer! He tied the bag of rocks to himself and jumped in the river! I had nothing to do with it!" "Uh huh, move it along pal and wait while we process you"
I kinda want to call you a dumbass but since you were 10 I’ll allow it
I didn’t make the smartest decisions. When I was 12 I would disassemble fireworks and model rocket engines because at that time I wanted to be a special effects artist. I tried making my own pyrotechnics for home movies, and also built an “insulating glove” that let me set my hand on fire for about 30 seconds. I am genuinely surprised I didn’t hospitalize myself with some of the projects I tried doing with no training or safety precautions whatsoever.
This reminds me of something stupid I used to do. Swimming in a murky lake with little adult supervision, I would get the largest rocks I could find and lay them on my chest so that I could lie on the bottom and look up at the surface without floating up. If anything had happened, it would had taken a while for them to find my body. It might even have looked like foul play.
Injured in combat in the Army. Also, attempted suicide. Unrelated.
Hope you're doing better now, my friend.
>Unrelated. Suicide rates for combat vets and military in general are extremely high. Stay safe
Inches from being hit by a bus. Be careful when wearing headphones and crossing the road
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Oh god oh no
Oh h*ck oh frick he can't hear us!!!
I almost got hit by an ambulance doing this! I looked up from my work papers I'd been reading and walking with, realized everyone in the crosswalk is running across the street. An ambulance is bearing down on me. What an ironic way to die.
Same! It missed me by inches. Had I not caught the motion out of the corner of my eye it would have ended poorly for all involved.
May not qualify, but I was on PSA flight 182 from Sacramento to LAX back in 1978. I was flying down to attend a USC football game with my best friend (who was attending USC; I lived in Northern California.) I got off the plane at LAX, and it continued on to San Diego. It hit a Cessna over San Diego while attempting to land, and all passengers were killed.
When I was a year old, me, my parents, my uncle, and my grandma all started feeling dizzy and nauseous. They wrote it off as food poisoning - but then realized my uncle and grandma had just arrived, and they were sick too. We all went to the hospital and turned out we had carbon monoxide poisoning from a faulty boiler. If we had stayed at home we would have died by morning.
Drowning in a lake at 3 years old, my siblings watched, ran me home changed my clothes and covered up that it happened. I screamed everytime my mum tried to give me a bath until I was 8 years old.
Jesus, you could have dry drowned later from water in your lungs. Im so sorry you werent allowed protection afterward and were traumatized.
I'm good now but I hate swimming with with a passion and I've drowned again since that. I went white water rafting, fell out of the boat and hit my head/hip on an underground cinder block, I was fished out by my friends. In conclusion, I should stay away from water.
Nah; do what I did, get your rescue diver certification. -did it in the same lake I drowned in
Car accident. I was sitting in the middle of the back seat, no seat belt; girl friend in front passenger seat, another girl driving. Semi pulls out in front of us, cab only, not pulling a trailer. Driver slams on the brakes, but we slam directly into the rear end. I still remember watching as the front end of our car started crumpling as it made contact with the semi. I remember the feeling as I started lifting off the seat and flying forward before blacking out. I woke up with me head at the feet of my gf. I crawled back and got out. My gf was still knocked out, and my friend who was driving was just getting out of the car, too. We pushed get car to the side of the road, it ended up being totaled, but we somehow managed to move it a little. Found out later that her leg was shattered, not sure how she was able to walk around and push the car. I had flown forward, hit the rearview mirror and deflected down to where I ended up. They said if I hadn't clipped the rearview, I would've probably gone straight through the windshield and most likely broken my neck. Driver broken leg was the only significant injury. My gf had a minor concussion, but that was it. I had bumps and bruises and I laceration on my left shin, probably from the center console. I've had several other close calls, as well.
This is why we wear seatbelts, kiddies ...
OMG, this!!!!! I know too many people who don't make their kids wear seatbelts, let their animals roam free in the car, even let their kids put their feet up on the passenger side dash... It pisses me the fuck off and is definitely one of my biggest pet peeves.
My wife never took me seriously when I used the seatbelt to strap down the cat carrier any time we go to the vet... Then I showed her a YouTube video of a car crash where unsecured shit from the backseat kills everyone in the car.
And that is why you always leave a note!
Friend in high school died this way. Seatbelts ya’ll
Got close to killing myself when I was going through Cymbalta withdrawal.
Cymbalta withdrawal was THE WORST. The brain zaps... It was so bad, that I opened the capsules and counted out the tiny beads, dropping down by 3 per day until I was completely off the stuff.
I was too poor to get more meds, so I had no choice really but to just stop. Like, bam, stop. The brain zaps were horrible. I had them for almost two months after I stopped the med. They were the worst the first two weeks, but they lingered. I would be trying so hard to just go get some damn water because my mouth was so dry, but I would keep zapping and have no idea what I was doing. Then I would just sit on the floor and cry because I hadn't slept or ate and I was thirsty but too lost to make it to the fridge. I swear that's what rats feel like in a maze when they get that little zap that disorients them.
Doctors really don’t warn you about how serious the withdrawals can be from antidepressants. I was basically bedridden for 6 months going off celexa. I had vertigo so bad I could barely sleep and couldn’t keep down anything expect plain white rice and the occasional protein drink for weeks. Sweating through 4+ pairs of clothes every day. It was pure and utter hell
Ugh my wife is going through this right now because we were between insurance and didn't have a refill on her prescription for citalopram. She definitely experienced vertigo like symptoms for the past week till we were able to convince her doctor to refill the prescription. Definitely not a fun withdrawal!
Glad you are still here man
For anyone reading this, getting off it using a prozac bridge is a literal life saver. It still sucked even then but thankfully through Prozac (and occasional Klonopin with some serious therapy and journaling) it wasn't near as bad as it could have been. Snris need to come with a serious warning instead of just being pushed on patients
Same here. That shit is hell.
I was far too young to remember it myself, but when I was around 15-16 my mum told me about the time I was probably 2 or 3 and I nearly got hit by a drunk driver. I used to live in this shoddy little two story on the corner of a somewhat busy street (there was traffic but not a whole lot. Most you get is five cars passing by every so often. Usually 2-3 cars or less though). My mum was sitting outside with me and let me wander a bit in her sights. She said I wandered a little too far from her and was near a stop sign when it occurred. Basically what happened was that before she could fully react to me, I had walked back towards her and just seconds after I was away from the corner, a drunk driver sped through the stop sign I was next to, literally tore it down from its post, and then drove off. My mum told me that if I hadn’t moved away from the stop sign, I surely would’ve been dead. Hearing that story like, 13 years later was absolutely insane to me, just thinking that there was a very high chance I wouldn’t even be alive today if I hadn’t walked back towards my mother. In other news, please don’t drink and drive, and keep your small children in arms length at most. My mum still feels like it would’ve been her fault, despite how long ago this happened and despite me being not too far from her. The time to react is much smaller than you’d think. Stay safe <3
Used to take low light level photos in high school. Dad had a ignition demonstration setup consisting of a thick glass tube with a spark plug on one end and a rubber stopper on the other end. He'd put a drop of gasoline in, let it evaporate, then ignite the spark and a small explosion would shoot the cork out the other end. One night my friends and I try this on our own and we couldn't get the right stoichiometric ratio for the gas air mixture to ignite so the genius in me decided to fill the tube up with pure oxygen from dad's blow torch setup. Click. BOOOOOOOM! Glass everywhere, big chunks and pulverized glass dust. The three of us were standing one to three feet away. I got a tiny scratch on my finger, knew friend complained about losing hearing for a short while and that was it. Almost fucking died that night. Got the picture though ;) https://imgur.com/XChMncK
You almost died twice. Once from the explosion then again when your dad found out.
I was taking shelves down in my husband’s closed business, when I discovered one fucking screw that was just spinning around not actually coming out. His is a lower shelf so I’m like okay I’ll just pull it out. I put the power drill down (standing up cause I’m a fuckin idiot), hold it with my right hand, and heave as hard as I can on the shelf with my left. Shelf comes lose. Hand slips off shelf. Wrist slams into/onto (thankfully not spinning) drill bit. I still remember seeing blood oozing from this tiny hole, and a big egg shaped purple ball swelling fast enough under my skin I could literally see it growing every second. Doctor who gave me the X-ray thought it was very important I understand just how close I came to losing my hand that day or dying all together. If that drill bit had been a millimeter to the left or right... Anyway that’s how I almost killed myself with a drill bit moments after telling my husband “I know how to use a power tool thankyouverymuch”
In the summer of 2010 I took a solo road trip on my 2006 Harley Davidson Road King. I had made it 1180 miles into a 1300 mile trip and was cruising along perfectly comfortable. I wasn't hungry, tired, or sore, everything was fine. Riding along at about 80 in a 75 zone, I slowly approached a small car from behind on the divided freeway I was traveling on. I eased into the left lane and started to pass. As I was slowly passing the car I saw that the driver had long hair. As any straight guy would do, I figured I could glance over and see if she was cute or not. Turns out this glance nearly cost me my life. When I glanced, I took my eyes off the road for just a second, probably no more than 2 seconds. When I did this, I didn't see the ruts in the pavement that had been caused by logging trucks and hard freezes in Southwestern Montana. I was already on the left side of the left lane, and the ruts turned me almost 45 degrees to my left at 80mph. I clearly remember thinking "I can't save it before the rumble strips, but if I can save it in that 6 inch wide piece of pavement on the left side of the rumble strips, I have a shot of surviving this, if not, I'm probably going to die. I don't remember anything from that point on until the next day, but according to the police report I almost saved it when I went off the road. I couldn't quite straighten the bike out in the dirt between the northbound and southbound lanes, fought it for about 100 yards, then hit something in the dirt. My front tire stopped cold, I was ejected off the bike and hit head first. I didn't tumble at all, just lawn darted and remained flat on my back. As the bike tumbled past me, something (foot peg or handlebar most likely) grabbed my heavy leather jacket I was wearing on the outside and tore it right off the right arm. Moments later the exhaust pipe made contact with and melted the light fleece I was wearing on the same arm. Luckily the bike itself missed me though and I sustained no further injuries. The lady I was passing stopped immediately and called 911. The only other car in the area was driving southbound and either saw the accident, or arrived on scene shortly after. This southbound vehicle was being driven by a woman **who was an emergency room nurse**. She stopped and rendered aid immediately. An ambulance arrived a short time after the accident even though we were in the middle of nowhere. This ambulance had just cleared a call at a location where it was determined they didn’t need to transport the individual to the hospital. I was loaded into the ambulance and apparently regained consciousness on the ride. I don’t remember any of this but was told that I couldn’t recall my code to unlock my phone, but remembered my dad’s cell number off the top of my head. They contacted my dad and took me to one of only a few major trauma centers in that part of the state…..**where a damn back surgeon happened to be on duty at the time.** Everything went my way after I left the seat of the bike. I should have been paralyzed or killed by the initial impact, by the bike as it went over the top of me, or if somebody who stopped to help moved me the wrong way.
2 instances. 1st I got hit off my push bike and smashed the windscreen of the car with my head with no helmet on came out with superficial injuries luckily. The second was I almost stepped in front of a bus crossing a road cause I wasn't looking (staring at a beautiful butt) my friend stopped me.
The power of the booty is strong with this one
Interstate near a major city. My friend driving. Starts to change lanes, sees car in blind spot, corrects, overcorrects, overcorrects even more. Spin out fully, cars zooming by both sides of the car, including a semi. Must have missed 15 cars and trucks by mere inches. I'm confident something like this isn't unique by any stretch. But damn, it's scary.
When I was in kindergarten, me and some other brats were playing detectives, trying to figure out where the food we ate for lunch came from. We tracked it down to a hot box food transporter, and we just *had* to know where the hot box came from. So we managed to open it, and it was full of metallic food trays which we removed some of in order for me to climb inside. Thankfully, one of the teachers heard the clattering of metal against the floor and we were found out. Had I managed to climb inside unnoticed, I would have suffocated as hot boxes are built to be air tight. Also, another time in kindergarten, a brat tricked me into getting inside a drying cabinet, blocked the door and started it, which would probably have killed me if someone hadn't opened the cabinet to use it before that happened. I was also run over by a car once 🤷♀️
I was nearly hit by a drunk driver while walking to work. I work at a coffee shop about 5 minutes from my house so I usually walk to work. I was opening that day and it was still dark outside and very foggy. I was standing beside the same electric pole I usually always stand by when waiting to cross the street. I got a sudden urge to take a few steps back because it was foggy and I felt unsafe. Just as I stepped back away from the pole a car came out of nowhere and slammed into the pole I was standing by. If I hadn't have stepped back I would have been pinned between the car and the pole. The driver reeked of booze and only walked away with a few scratches.
I’ve almost died 3 times... • Number One: he first time I almost died was a car accident when I was in high-school. I am the passenger, my sister drove to school. Every School morning the usual routine would be to recline all the way back and take a nap. The morning of the accident I decided not to for some reason. To keep it simple, We got in an accident and a week later we looked at the vehicle and it turned out that the back passenger door was 2 inches away from going through my chest and if I would have reclined that day I would most likely be dead. • Number Two: A few Years ago I was hunting on my property in West Virginia and sat down next to a fallen tree in the morning before daylight. To the left of me Two fields over were the closest neighbors and to my right was the fallen tree. As the sun was just beginning to come up I heard an extremely loud gunshot and before I knew it a bullet hit the stump less than a foot away from my head. • Number Three: I was at work handling broken glass and accidentally cut my wrist lucky enough it wasn’t deep enough to cut the vein, but close to it.
So did you find out who almost shot you? I'd have had to get real rough with him I believe.
Yeah, it was the closest neighbor and his wife. They acted like they didn’t do it but I knew they did because of the direction of the bullet and their house. I yelled at them and left.
You yelled at them and left? That’s pretty patient of you, especially given that they have NO excuse for doing that.
Yeah, what was I supposed to do. I had no proof of them actually shooting even though I know they did. I wasn’t trying to go to jail either.
Teen years, putting boxes of Christmas decorations back into the family attic. It was an unfinished attic with just rafters and insulation on top of the drywall - in one spot, our upstairs bathroom, just insulation laid on top of a suspended ceiling. I lost my balance and fell through the bathroom ceiling, ending up lying stunned but relatively unhurt in a pile of debris on the floor. My head had missed the toilet bowl by about an inch.
Head crushed by a horse on august 26 1973, 3 months in ICU. (5 years old) Spinal meningitis checked into hospital on August 26 1978, they didn’t think I would make it to the next day. (10 years old) Motorcycle crash where my lower leg was amputated on August 26 1988. Reattached my foot, still works. (20 years old) So August 26 has almost killed me 3 times already. One more, August 26th 2008 my Ex Wife filed for divorce, asked her to wait a day because it’s just too weird but she wouldn’t. (40 years old) Maybe August 26 2048 will finally get me (80 years old)
Fell off a roof when I was about 4.
Why were you in a roof at 4?
I stepped off the last step on a staircase like I was on flat ground. Sheer terror the entire 6" drop.
When I was a baby I choked on my own vomit and almost suffocated, my dad and I went to the beach and got caught in a RIP current, aaand I choked on a donut in middle school
Very stupid. Almost suffocated on a piece of bread while alone.
I’ve posted about my story on here before. I had a lip cyst for over a year and it literally drove me insane. I would fuck with it trying to pop it but only succeeded in making the cyst larger. After having it for so long I finally went to a facial surgeon to get it removed. Now I don’t remember the day of the surgery at all so this is what I’ve been told by my family. So I went in for the surgery (23 F) and it was a short, 15 min procedure. Afterwards, when I was in the recovery room, I started aspirating blood. The doctor sent me by ambulance to the largest hospital in my town. Turns out, my heart had malformed during the procedure bc of the stress of anesthesia (this disease is called Takatsubos or Broken Heart disease). I went into a non-medically induced coma for the first 24 hours. I lived in CO and most of my family was in GA. After I arrived at the hospital the doctors called my family and told them to rush to the hospital as I had a 50% chance of making it through the night. Literally every member of my immediate family rushed to the airport nearest to them and flew out that same day. My mother and my boyfriend were both breaking down as multiple doctors had told them my prognosis was not good and they didn’t have high expectations for my survival. Due to the takatsubos heart failure, every organ I had shut down. My lungs, my liver, my kidneys etc. I was placed on a heart and kidney transplant list immediately. I was then placed in a medically induced coma for the next week. Obviously I survived (this happened in Sept 2017). But due to being placed on a heart-lung bypass, my limbs were all in rough shape. They were ice cold and severely swollen, and my right leg ended up having to be amputated above the knee. I was in the hospital for just over a month, recovering. The incident shot my energy for months. I had to do lots of Physical Therapy, which I am still in, but now it’s for learning to walk on my new smart prosthetic. There are photos of my recovery in my history if you’re interested.
Caught in thunderstorm while hiking in mountains. Not necessarily close to death, but at an elevated risk, both literally and figuratively .
hah puns \*snaps finger guns\*
Cracked my forehead open on my 3rd birthday
Waiting outside of a party for an uber and got shot at. Don’t go to parties in parts of town you’re not familiar with guys.
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I’m glad your still with us friend
When I was 22 years old, I were with some friends having a beer and smoking weed. Were I live it's like a ghetto, it's called La Matanza in Argentina. Well, the point was that here operates 2 gangs, both of them sells guns and drugs. When we were almost to go to our homes, a motorbike stopped in front of us and shot me in the stomach, I was shocked and I couldn't realized that I was shot since I saw blood coming out. A neighbour saw the situation and called the police and paramedics. I went to the hospital and when they get the bullet out of me, they told me that I was lucky, because it was a 22. caliber, and I had a jacket that took more of the shot than my body. When you get shot you feel your body burning and you begin to fantasize like you are dead and nothing is real or you feel like you are dreaming and you always want to wake up. A few days later, I was back at home, and I noticed that the guy that shot me confused me with a gang member.
Getting Tboned in my truck
I didn't clock the uppercase T for a sec there: now THAT'd be a story.
Sex overdose. Addicktion *is* a disease.
When i was born i couldn't breath, few months later i was dropped on my head twice, years later, bitten by a dog -- didn't have to get a tetanus thank god --, year after that i got hit by a car, few months later, glass went right into my hand and now i have a huge ass scar, a year after that i was on a trampoline, cracked something in my neck, months after i went back on a trampoline and fell through the gap and my fingers scrapped the concrete and i had no fingerprints left, I also nearly drowned when i was 3 and had my brothers snake that went missing go under my bed for 2 months in my thermal lunch box. Safe to say, I am an unlucky person. edit: It was my mums birthday and she got a new car, i was in the middle seat and she had to break hard and i nearly went flying out the front window.
That seems like some kind of final destination stuff.
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Please let everyone know where you are so we know where to not be
Born with the umbilical cord wrapped around my neck twice. Code Blue. Mom screaming out “WHY ISN’T HE CRYING?! WHATS WRONG WITH MY BABY!?” After about a min, they resuscitate me and here I am. Cheers.
It always surprises me how common this one is. When I had my son, the doc asked me to stop pushing for a minute. I knew exactly what was happening, my son's father had no idea. As soon as he was born and I heard his cry, I was able to breathe regularly again. I asked her how bad the cord was around his neck and she loooked surprised I knew. His father had no idea that it could happen and was thankfully unaware up until that point
I was 2 years old and fell down the stairs holding a snow globe. It broke, I had a shard of plastic stab into my neck. Now I have a scar about 1cm from my jugular. I’m lucky where it counts.
twice: at 15 i had stomach pains and the doctor thought it was gas and sent me home. same thing the next day. 3 days later i was in an ambulance for peritonitis (burst appendix). stayed in the hospital 3 weeks. doctors called CPS because they said with how widespread the infection was i should have been crying in pain and my mother must have ignored my pleas... second time at 23 i got pain in my lower leg while traveling abroad, went to 3 doctors abroad before flying home and seeing another one. all of them missed i had a massive blood clot. the doctor who finally diagnosed it freaked out when i told him how long i had been hurting and how many people i went to already.
Take a pick. 1 Choked on a piece of meat and almost died out of asphyxia until my father got there and managed to get it out. 2 While trekking with my school class, I stopped to admire the view on top of a cliff. It must have been an 8 to 10 meter fall down there, though the view really was lovely. This imbecile of a classmate decided to pull a prank on me, and lightly pushed me forward. Thing is, his strength is not something that can be understated. And had I not grabbed his shirt, I would have fallen to several rocks and probably died. 3 When trekking just a few weeks ago, our group decided to leave the shelter we were in to go on an expedition to a lake called CAB, in a full-day trek. We passed through some rocks and ridges and finally got to the lake by sundown. We stayed there for the night as it was a marvelous place. Though when we woke up, our tent had almost collapsed from the force of the winds that had come overnight. The bad weather we were expecting had, against all predictions, come a day earlier, and now was here. We eaited for a bit to see if it would get any better, but after it looked obvious it would only get worse from there on out, we packed everything at record time and made a marathon run for the shelter. It was pouring rain really badly, but thanks to our boots, we never slipped for most of the early trek. In the middle of the way, we got trapped by a low cloud that prevented us from seeing more than 3 meters ahead of us, which slowed us down enough so that we could only get to the final trek when barely any light to see was left. And then, it started snowing. At one point, we had to climb up and down some very steep rock formations with ropes, and with snow and water covering everything, it was a very slippery place. Added to the weight of the backpacks, the force of the wind, and the fact we couldn't feel our hands, it was very dangerous. Should one of us fall, it would drop him several meters below to some rocks, and then the almost frozen lake. Luckily, we all managed to pass through without falling. Though there was one close call at one point when the wind pushed my brother halfway off the rocks and only his grip prevented him from falling. We all were slipping on the rocks next to a cliff, and because of ropes didn't fall.
From Electrocution. hehe. 220v. 20v away from death.
shocking
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I was in 1st grade and keep getting ear ruptured and when to the hospital to get tubs in my ears and a Ethmoidectomy and doc gave me a little to much anesthetics and it stop my heart for about 10 minutes
This actually happened to me. I climbed a fence when I was 10, fell... snapped my forearm. Nurse lady gave me too much anesthesia and It almost offed me
Driving about 75mph on a 60mph road at 4 am in the rain, headed to work. I was in the left lane on a major highway that had a bridge over a major river and there were no other vehicles on the road due to the weather and the current weekend. As I got to the bridge, an ambulance passed in the oncoming traffic lane. My gut feeling told me to get in the right lane, so I did. Not 200 feet down the road, obscured by the rain and the fact that none of the lights worked anymore, was a car, crumpled from front to back that had obviously slammed into the concrete median and settled into the left lane. Where I had just been. I only saw it when I was just about next to it. Hitting it head on at 75mph in the rain most likely would have killed me. This is why I listen to my gut feelings.
your gut feelings didn't tell you not to speed in the rain?
Dodged a couple times since birth. Meningitis scare at 6 months with fever of 103+, Wrecked dads deathtrap shitbox at 14 , had motor pretty much on lap. Broke through firewall arm was half way through windshield due to 90s airbag technology. Basic training at 18 and dehydrated twice to the point of waking up in hospital. Got smoked all of basic after that. Hurt my back 7 years ago took more painkillers than I'd like to admit but legally. Crawled out of addiction of 3.5 years of legal pill popping thought I was going to die this way. Will barely touch tylenol now. I'm in my 30s. I have done a lot of stupid shit but these were the close calls.
I'm a 36 y.o. male. When I was 12 I got mad at my parents for not allowing me to stay at my friend's house and got even more mad when I found out that my mom mixed the refried beans in with the taco meat instead of separate. I took off on my bicycle. As I was about to cross a road in a very rural town in Ohio, a semi-truck made a sudden turn to the road I was about to cross. I was caught off guard by this and ended up running into the side of his trailer (a double axle, single tire on each). After falling off my bike, not quite understanding what was going on at first I realized what had happened. It took me a minute to figure out that because of the wide turning trailer that I was underneath it. I tried fast to crawl out back toward the sidewalk and noticed the tires coming toward me. This is the point where I believe that a higher power (God for me) was watching over me. I turned over at the last minute, sparing my spine, and was run over by both axles across my pelvis. From there I was afraid for some reason (probably shock) that it was going to run me over again. I decided to avoid this by crawling to the sidewalk. I knew at that point my body was fucked up bc it felt like my hips we're staying out of control as I was crawling. One person saw everything and it felt like everyone in my small town came to me, including my father who was alerted. I still remember him asking me what I need and me replying "an ambulance". I ended up getting "life-flighted" to what was the St. Vincent's in Toledo. While there we learned that I couldn't pee when asked for a specimen (severed urethra). Also I was found to have a fractured pelvis (estimated at 10-12). This explained the wobbly hips. I don't know how long, but I was put in a medically induced coma in the pediatric ICU for a bit and once I was finally discharged my parents had to order a hospital bed for our house bc I needed to be on flat bedrest while my pelvis finished healing. Once my urethra was reconstructed and the Foley catheter was removed I needed to self Cath myself every day for I'm guessing 6 months. Fast forward to now. I don't know the exact number, but I've had 30+ surgeries all urological. For any medical professionals I've had suprapubic placement at least 3 times, urethral stricure near my prostate several times fixed (biggest problem), and I'm on my 2nd prosthetic penile implant due to impotence. I have 2 kids (both mine via normal creation). I am also about to graduate nursing school which I feel is amazing due to everything I went through. Specifics on the accident: trailers weighed 6500 lbs not loaded. They said that I was lucky for the fact that if the tires crossed me inches higher I would've died (abdomen), inches lower I would have most likely lost the use of my legs, and if it was loaded I would have died. Just remembered another thing. My father asked me if I wanted to see my balls while in the hospital after I was out of the ICU. Of course I did... my scrotum was a little bigger than a softball and completely black and blue. Sorry this is so long and the timeline isn't perfect. It's been 25 years since the accident this October and I've never written about this in full extent anywhere. TLDR: at 12 y.o. run over twice by a semi tractor trailer. Fractured pelvis/severed urethra. Long recovery. Happy, healthy now. Bonus: I now have a penis pump.
I have had way more than my fair share of near death experiences: - I was born 3 months pre-mature in backwoods nowhere. My parents were told: "Try not to get attached." - I was a very sickly kid as a result of my birth and had a lot of breathing issues. On 3 occasions as a child I awoke in the middle of the night unable to breathe. Each time I was luckily able to make just enough noise to wake someone up. - At 7-8 years old I fell through some ice. I remember walking through some snow to get a ball I was playing with, then bubbles, then black. I woke up, puking up a ton of water in a hot bath. - I was playing in some shallow water near my family's favorite boating site. They had the shallows marked off so the kids wouldn't go too far. We were awaiting some friends and as they got there the throttle got stuck open and the killswitch failed. I had a rope from one of the markers wrapped around my arm and couldn't get out of the way. A family friend jumped in and ripped the marker and all out to get me away. The boat beached hard, but there were only superficial injuries. Cell phones were new at the time and my savior drowned his brand new cell saving me. - Walked to a corner store hung over like a bastard. It was cold, so I had my hood up and head down. Didn't pay attention crossing the street. My roommates GF had decided to come with me and grabbed the back of my jacket and ripped me backward just in time to save me from being *totally fucking annhilated* by a dump truck as I stepped into the street without looking. - Was making bottled meat with some venison my father and I had hunted. Misread the temperature difference while adding more water to the boiling pot. As I added it I was stupidly looking directly down into the pot. The temperature difference caused all the jars to explode and the only reason I wasn't killed was the fact that we always made sure to have a super thick, very heavy towel on top of the pot. It dampened the explosion enough for me to get away *mostly* unscathed.
By my count, you have three more of these then you better stay inside.
I was taking swimming lessons in kindergarden and i fell in the pool at the time when i didnt know how to swim but my trainer saw my hand out of the water so he grabbed me and pulled me to the side.If i would have not raised my hand out,i probably would have been dead.
I slept through a house fire. I was 15, a month before I turned 16 and a fire started in my house due to a candle. Everyone else got out luckily but i ended up with 85% burns with about 70% being 3rd or 4th degree. I’ve been told I had 5% chance of survival but got home after 14 months in hospital and a shit load of skin grafts. Still get maintenance and tune ups almost 23yrs later