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The Day You Almost Died
- Thread starter FireBug
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my apendix exploded and i was out of school for 3 months,
since it exploded i had all this stuff inside of me so i was left open, no stiching.. thats right.. i had gauze and stuff thoug packed in every morning evneing and night,
weak stomachs dont read on...
when i showered i had to take the packing out so i could keep it cleaner.. so blood and fat would ooze out and get stuck in teh drain.. so id be bathing in 8 inches of my own blood and guts.. hehe
since it exploded i had all this stuff inside of me so i was left open, no stiching.. thats right.. i had gauze and stuff thoug packed in every morning evneing and night,
weak stomachs dont read on...
when i showered i had to take the packing out so i could keep it cleaner.. so blood and fat would ooze out and get stuck in teh drain.. so id be bathing in 8 inches of my own blood and guts.. hehe
Well, the closest thing that I´ve gotten is when I was about 12-13 years old. There is a work program here for kids during the summer, you work all kinds of jobs, gardening, picking up trash etc.
Anyway, we were at an abandoned trash-dump site and were cleaning it up a bit, it was in the middle of nowhere with lots of big holes/caves in the ground.
Anyway, for whatever stupid reason I decided to jump over one of this hole/cave thingies, but as I landed, I slipped and fell backwards, head first into this 10 foot deep cave. I just remember my face slamming against the rocky wall on the way down and then for some odd reason I just stopped. I was hanging upside down and about 1/2 feet below me were a bunch of sharp rocks just waiting to impale my head. I've never known why I suddenly stopped, but I just proceeded to get my feet to the ground and I found an exit out of this cave and walked out with the left side of my face all messed up and bloodied.
Another close call I had was last year, I was going through intersection, the light had turned green and just I started going forward I decided to look left and there came a car doing at least 65mph. It was of course running a red light and I just managed to brake whilst the care came screaming by just a couple of inches from my front fender.
If I wouldn't have looked the car would have hit my car exactly where I was sitting. I was driving a small Nissan Micra so my car and I would probably have been pulverized.
Don´t remember other close calls with death though.
Edit: Ahh, if we include things just after we were born, well then I have one more little story....
When I was born, I was basically all messed up, my lungs were not developed enough etc. etc.
I spent the first 6 weeks of my life in Intensive care hooked up to a bunch of tubes and in an incubator.
My parents were told that I would not make it, but here I am!
I have four scars on my body after those tubes. 1 inch scar near my left ankle, nearly 4 inch scar in my right thigh, 2 inch scar on my left upper arm and then a scar on my scalp.. don´t know exactly where it is nor how big it is.
Anyway, we were at an abandoned trash-dump site and were cleaning it up a bit, it was in the middle of nowhere with lots of big holes/caves in the ground.
Anyway, for whatever stupid reason I decided to jump over one of this hole/cave thingies, but as I landed, I slipped and fell backwards, head first into this 10 foot deep cave. I just remember my face slamming against the rocky wall on the way down and then for some odd reason I just stopped. I was hanging upside down and about 1/2 feet below me were a bunch of sharp rocks just waiting to impale my head. I've never known why I suddenly stopped, but I just proceeded to get my feet to the ground and I found an exit out of this cave and walked out with the left side of my face all messed up and bloodied.
Another close call I had was last year, I was going through intersection, the light had turned green and just I started going forward I decided to look left and there came a car doing at least 65mph. It was of course running a red light and I just managed to brake whilst the care came screaming by just a couple of inches from my front fender.
If I wouldn't have looked the car would have hit my car exactly where I was sitting. I was driving a small Nissan Micra so my car and I would probably have been pulverized.
Don´t remember other close calls with death though.
Edit: Ahh, if we include things just after we were born, well then I have one more little story....
When I was born, I was basically all messed up, my lungs were not developed enough etc. etc.
I spent the first 6 weeks of my life in Intensive care hooked up to a bunch of tubes and in an incubator.
My parents were told that I would not make it, but here I am!
I have four scars on my body after those tubes. 1 inch scar near my left ankle, nearly 4 inch scar in my right thigh, 2 inch scar on my left upper arm and then a scar on my scalp.. don´t know exactly where it is nor how big it is.
Well, I'm probably going to ruin the thread for everybody. I always do on these.
To start, I was born (very) prematurely. In 1964 I weighed 2 lbs 14 oz. They told my Mom not to get attached to me, because I wouldn't survive the week. I did. And eventually, she did too.
Then there is my ridiculously long string of stupid injuries. Several of which could have been fatal. Strangely, I sustained less damage being run over by a tractor than from falling out of a helicopter in the Navy. And less from the helicopter incident than from being run over by a wrecker in elementary school.
The real surprise is that I never got shot in Lebanon. That place was an open-air Nintendo game with extra points for Americans. But somehow they always missed me.
Working as a paramedic, I had many opportunities to die. And so far as I can tell, I haven't yet.
To start, I was born (very) prematurely. In 1964 I weighed 2 lbs 14 oz. They told my Mom not to get attached to me, because I wouldn't survive the week. I did. And eventually, she did too.
Then there is my ridiculously long string of stupid injuries. Several of which could have been fatal. Strangely, I sustained less damage being run over by a tractor than from falling out of a helicopter in the Navy. And less from the helicopter incident than from being run over by a wrecker in elementary school.
The real surprise is that I never got shot in Lebanon. That place was an open-air Nintendo game with extra points for Americans. But somehow they always missed me.
Working as a paramedic, I had many opportunities to die. And so far as I can tell, I haven't yet.
Similar story here. Apparently when I was very small maybe 4 or 5 years old my dad and me were on the seesaw at a park... obviously I was far too light to do any real see-saw action... Apparently my dad was standing on the other end and he slipped on some mud... whoooop there I go hurtling through the air... and by some amazing feat of luck, landed right in his hands...
Actually, when I was just about three, I did die.
I was at my grandfather's house and my aunt had taken her eye off of me for just a second or two which was just enough time for me to down almost a whole bottle of my grandfather's heart pills. My excuse was that I thought that they were M&M's... That was what I said before I keeled over. My aunt scooped me up and rushed me straight to the ER where they pumped my stomach but by that point I had already ingested quite a bit of the medication. They stuck me in the PICU and told my bewildered family that all they could do was wait for the medicine to hit it's peak and take it from there. He said it should be shortly and it was.
Once it hit my system all the away, I arrested and was without a heartbeat for what I'm told was almost a minute before hey got me up and running again. Been OK ever since although I guess that minute or so of hypoxia can explain quite a bit...
I was at my grandfather's house and my aunt had taken her eye off of me for just a second or two which was just enough time for me to down almost a whole bottle of my grandfather's heart pills. My excuse was that I thought that they were M&M's... That was what I said before I keeled over. My aunt scooped me up and rushed me straight to the ER where they pumped my stomach but by that point I had already ingested quite a bit of the medication. They stuck me in the PICU and told my bewildered family that all they could do was wait for the medicine to hit it's peak and take it from there. He said it should be shortly and it was.
Once it hit my system all the away, I arrested and was without a heartbeat for what I'm told was almost a minute before hey got me up and running again. Been OK ever since although I guess that minute or so of hypoxia can explain quite a bit...
Close call 1
Hovering in helicopter at 3,000 feet above the ice while living in the High Arctic. The helicopter, a Bell Long Ranger, was making a high pitched whine that the engineer couldn't figure out. Bell Textron, in Forth Worth said to take a tape recorder and record the noise in side the cabin. My pilot friend knew I had a getto blaster and invited me along. I was sitting in the back seat taping leaning on the door when it popped open and I started to fall out. The tape deck went on the floor. I was hanging out the door holding onto the door handle with the door wide open and my feet inside. I had a seat belt on, but my balance was off. The engineer sitting beside me pulled me after loosening his belt.
Close call 2
Driving a dune buggy down a trail up in Northern Quebec. The trail seemed to drop off ahead, so at the last minute I thought I'd stop and check it out. Good thing I did. It was a 90 foot vertical drop onto a rocky beach.
Close call 3
Living in Resolute Bay, Canada (appro 100 miles from magnetic north pole). Appendix ruptured. Had to be medivaced out by plane to Iqaluit, 1,000 miles away. The nursing center in Resolute misdiagnosed it as constipation and loaded me up on laxitives. Laxitives increase your chance of death substantially when you have a burst appendix.
Close call 4
Last June, some wingnut decided to pass on a two lane highway in a blid curve. He was doing 60-70 in a 45 zone. Tall grass on both sides of the road. He pulled out to pass 5-6 cars at once and found himself head on to me, locking all four wheels as he braked and swerved off the road into a field.
That's enough for one person.
Hovering in helicopter at 3,000 feet above the ice while living in the High Arctic. The helicopter, a Bell Long Ranger, was making a high pitched whine that the engineer couldn't figure out. Bell Textron, in Forth Worth said to take a tape recorder and record the noise in side the cabin. My pilot friend knew I had a getto blaster and invited me along. I was sitting in the back seat taping leaning on the door when it popped open and I started to fall out. The tape deck went on the floor. I was hanging out the door holding onto the door handle with the door wide open and my feet inside. I had a seat belt on, but my balance was off. The engineer sitting beside me pulled me after loosening his belt.
Close call 2
Driving a dune buggy down a trail up in Northern Quebec. The trail seemed to drop off ahead, so at the last minute I thought I'd stop and check it out. Good thing I did. It was a 90 foot vertical drop onto a rocky beach.
Close call 3
Living in Resolute Bay, Canada (appro 100 miles from magnetic north pole). Appendix ruptured. Had to be medivaced out by plane to Iqaluit, 1,000 miles away. The nursing center in Resolute misdiagnosed it as constipation and loaded me up on laxitives. Laxitives increase your chance of death substantially when you have a burst appendix.
Close call 4
Last June, some wingnut decided to pass on a two lane highway in a blid curve. He was doing 60-70 in a 45 zone. Tall grass on both sides of the road. He pulled out to pass 5-6 cars at once and found himself head on to me, locking all four wheels as he braked and swerved off the road into a field.
That's enough for one person.
Last month I got really mad at my wife, so I hopped in my car (VW GTI...little car) and went for what was intended to be a nice long drive. We live in a nice, old, residential neighborhood, and I drove through it, and came driving up to a stop light. It was green, had been green for probably 15 seconds or so, and I was stoked that I was giong to make this light. The intersecting street is a two lane (one going either way), 25 mph street with businesses and such. Well, at the last second out of the corner of my eye I see this older Impala come barreling from the left, and it's obvious that he's not stopping. I slammed the brakes and stopped a couple feet before what would have been impact. Had I not seen him and stopped, it would have been one of those perfect T-bone crashes on my side of the car, and that big steel car probably would have crippled me for life (if I lived) regardless of the side curtain airbag.
This guy never hesitated. I couldn't believe it. I was so blown away, I just sat there for a second and looked around to see if the light was actually green for me (it still was), and if others had seen it or had any reaction to it...and of course, I started praying that there was a cop around: of course, there wasn't.
Needless to say, I went back home and ended the fight.
This guy never hesitated. I couldn't believe it. I was so blown away, I just sat there for a second and looked around to see if the light was actually green for me (it still was), and if others had seen it or had any reaction to it...and of course, I started praying that there was a cop around: of course, there wasn't.
Needless to say, I went back home and ended the fight.
i was in a skydiving accident in 1996. if anyone knows anything about skydiving, i flaired at 30 ft and hit the ground REALLY REALLY hard. disintegrated my left knee and broke my left hip. i blacked out from the pain. i walked away from it though. VERY VERY HIGH TOLERANCE FOR PAIN. 3 days later i went to my orthapedist because i could'nt walk. no surgery for me because i was taking care of my elderly parents at the time. no time for wheelchairs, surgery blah blah blah. cant bend my left knee past 20-25 % but i get by. leg brace for 6 months and therapy but even if i new what the end result was going to be, i would have done it. absolutely the most incredible thing i've ever done. 4000 ft in the air and someone tells you: "get out!". havent done it since but ...........
Snarf said:
No fricken' crap, when I was at Berklee I was almost hit about a half-dozen times...
What was worse was that instead of slowing down for pedestrians, half the time, drivers would speed up or even run lights.
Oh, not to mention I almost died from all of the damn smoke outside the 150 building.
Jeez, some people just love to expedite lung cancer...
Went airborne in a Nissan Maxima backwards at about 80 MPH, clipped a tree, flipped, landed on the roof with the sunroof open. The seatbelt saved my life.
Blindly followed my buddy on snowmobiles up a peak in Wyoming and launched off the top. We landed, fortunately to a stop due to the near vertical angle of the climb and deep powder, and were looking at about 10 feet to a several hundred feet ledge. We literally almost cried like babies when we saw what very well could have happened.
Almost drowned while drunk on rum and trying to dislodge a jib sheet from a sailboats rudder in a storm. One of my best friends threw me a boat bumper when I started to drift from the boat and literally saved my life.
A couple months ago I had a very scary experience snorkeling in rough water in Maui. I'm experienced in diving, should no better, was EXTREMELY scared, and am too embarassed to relive the details. I'm still freaked out.
Blindly followed my buddy on snowmobiles up a peak in Wyoming and launched off the top. We landed, fortunately to a stop due to the near vertical angle of the climb and deep powder, and were looking at about 10 feet to a several hundred feet ledge. We literally almost cried like babies when we saw what very well could have happened.
Almost drowned while drunk on rum and trying to dislodge a jib sheet from a sailboats rudder in a storm. One of my best friends threw me a boat bumper when I started to drift from the boat and literally saved my life.
A couple months ago I had a very scary experience snorkeling in rough water in Maui. I'm experienced in diving, should no better, was EXTREMELY scared, and am too embarassed to relive the details. I'm still freaked out.
I was ran off the road by a semi once. If this had been a few miles ahead on the road, there would have been a concrete barrier on the side of the road. My family and I would have been killed.
Here are my stories, both happened on the same year on the same month , I was about 4
First Close Call:
I was too lazy to walk so i told my parents I wanna get in those baby trolly thingies, while I was on the escalator, my dad accidentaley let go and I was recing down the escalator
luckily someone grabbed me =D.
Second Close Call:
Was on a cruise in the middle of the atlantic ocean and the water looked sooo good =P, I asked my mom if i could jump in the water and she was like go away , so I thought that was a yes and I jumped, my dad caught me in mid-air though, yipee.
, I was about 4 First Close Call:
I was too lazy to walk so i told my parents I wanna get in those baby trolly thingies, while I was on the escalator, my dad accidentaley let go and I was recing down the escalator
luckily someone grabbed me =D.Second Close Call:
Was on a cruise in the middle of the atlantic ocean and the water looked sooo good =P, I asked my mom if i could jump in the water and she was like go away
, so I thought that was a yes and I jumped, my dad caught me in mid-air though, yipee.
I was driving my van back from the mall up in Buffalo last October, and kept hearing a pretty terrible buzz/clack from the front-left wheel well. My friend and I got out, examined it, couldn't find anything wrong, and got back on I90 to do 75mph back towards campus. 1 minute after we get off 90 and as we're pulling up to a stoplight, the front-left side of the car just collapses to the ground.
The wheel bearing had completely shattered without warning. All but 2 of the bolts holding the wheel onto the car were shorn off. We rolled to a stop in the middle of afternoon traffic in Buffalo. Had this happened a mere 2 minutes before while still on 90, I wouldn't just be dead, I would be a thin paste on a major trucking conduit.
The wheel bearing had completely shattered without warning. All but 2 of the bolts holding the wheel onto the car were shorn off. We rolled to a stop in the middle of afternoon traffic in Buffalo. Had this happened a mere 2 minutes before while still on 90, I wouldn't just be dead, I would be a thin paste on a major trucking conduit.
