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Too close... too many times...
Yeah, if I hadn't had such a bad infection and needed the big second surgical cleanout, I'd have recovered a lot more quickly. You're right. Once you've been through that, it makes every other type of pain pale in comparison.Quote:
Originally Posted by SantaClawz
That's one good thing about mine. Part of what they took out with the second surgery along with sections of my gut was some of the bottom part of my stomach, so I no longer have any trouble with acid reflux at all. But I do have to watch out for food poisoning, and you probably might, too, if you ever got it. Scarred up intestines will stop moving things through and just come to a screeching halt sometimes when they encounter food-borne bacteria. I've had one subsequent trip to the hospital with a paralytic ileus (the paralyzed gut condition), and that's a near-death experience in itself. Glad you survived it, SantaClawz! Glad we both did. I had a colleague whose 22-year-old sister died of a ruptured appendix four years ago. She simply didn't go to the hospital soon enough.
well once.. attempted suicide.
its weird. everything blacks out and that is the end.. but i woke up again a couple minutes later. i was so sure i had died.
As far as I know never. I've been very lucky. :jointsmile:
I'm also a huge chicken-shit and don't take too many risks.
One time when I was five years old I went riding big wheels with my buddy down the street. I went to the top of someones driveway that was steep so I could get some good speed. I remember going down it but then blackout. Come to find out a guy in a pick up truck didn't see me and ran over me. Not only did he run over me but my leg got caught in the fender well and he dragged me down the street and he could not hear me screaming because he had his radio cranked up real loud. Someone eventually came running out of their house and stopped the guy. I had to have reconstructive surgery on my leg and I lost alot of blood and almost died.
Another time ... ahhh damn nevermind that story is too long lol .
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Originally Posted by rebgirl420
Stage 3 is rough. I'm so glad you are still here, beautiful and healthy!:thumbsup:
I've had one near experience when I was around 8 and dove in a pool that was shallow compared to what I was used to at our house. Fractured my neck.
The one time I did actually die was during a very rough patch in my life when many of the people I loved passed away. A parent then a boyfriend, a cousin , a 4 year old little buddy, lots of school friends and I finally just broke. When I finally came to, the heart paddles were right next to my bed. They had been used 2x.
I made it though! I am what they said I am, a survivor.:jointsmile:
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Originally Posted by thcbongman
Wow. I almost forgot about almost being road kill once when I was little and not too bright.
I am so glad you are healthy now. I remember how bad you were feeling not so long ago.
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one time we were all riding bikes and everybody went across the street (intersection in a neighborhood) that had a bus route on it and i was behind them on my shitty bike and i just mobbed out past these bushes and across the street. As soon as i was starting to go out then i wasnt quite to the middle of the street but just enough to be on the other side of the bus. I barely made it across without getting hit(within a foot).
Another time i was at my moms friends house and she was babysitting us. She had 2 older sons, one being 3 or so years older so he was probably 16 at the time(her oldest son). We were playing football in the backyard and one of his friends was driving their lawn mower around and someone threw the ball crappily and i ran to grab it. After i picked it up and started standing upright i think another one of the kids pushed me or something(or it may have just been the mower) in front of the mower, but the next thing i knew i was getting ran over by the lawn mower. I only ended up with a little cut on my forehead and a couple other little cuts and bruises. Her son ran over and grabbed the back of it and lifted it up and moved it off of me. I was just completely confused and i literally saw little purplish/blueish stars floating around my head.
i got hit by a car today:yippee::rambo:
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Originally Posted by DAY-DREAMER-MAN
How close to death did you come??!!
lol only if your dad is there to spear the next guy attempting to bash your skull in!Quote:
Originally Posted by TPot
When I worked for Comcast, I would drive about an hour to work, early in the morning, and since I dont sleep, I would catch up on a bit of sleep while I drove to work. I cant remember if I told this story or not, but.. I woke up going uphill in the left lane. And there was a semi barrelling down towards me at about 45mph, about a second and a half away from smashing into me. So I calmly checked my blind spot and scooted back into my lane. I didnt even blink. Thats whats sad... Ive come close to death so many times and escaped, that it doesnt even phaze me. I shit you not, my heartrate didnt even raise, I checked.
Another time I was driving my little 5-speed down a twisty backroad with my friend Marky. We were coming up on a nice little left, right, S turn. As I entered the first turn, a guardrail was on my right side, and I looked ahead and noticed a F-350 barrelling around the first turn from the opposite direction. I could already tell the fucker was gonna cut the corner and end up in my lane. It took about a twentieth of a second for me to do the calculations: if I slammed on the brakes there would absolutely be a head-on collision, and there was a guardrail to the right, so I dropped down two gears and sped up so that I could make it past the guardrail and swerve off the right side of the road with about 6 inches to spare between my rear bumper and the guardrail, and another 6 inches away from colliding with that F-350. I only skirted off the road enough to not get struck, then was right back on, driving as if nothing happened. Marky and I looked at each other, shook our heads, and that was it. Didnt even say anything, didnt blink, we didnt react in any sort of manner other than for me to speed up and swerve off and on the road.
In another thread I mentioned changing lanes at 120mph... same little 5-speed Escort, I was real late for work, so I was pushin the car as much as I could, and as much as traffic would let me. Well MD Rt. 4 is a hellaciously annoying fucking road to maneuver on during rush hour, theres only two lanes, and it goes from the bottom of Maryland, straight to the White House. So... yeah. Its a well traveled road.. anyway Im always getting pissed off at the fuckers who stay in the left lane and hold up like 3000 cars behind them. In fact, we wont even get into the magnitude of hatred I have for those people. Anyway there was an asshole going 55 (which was the official speed limit, but pretty much any speed limit in Maryland, add 8-10 and thats the real observed speed limit. Ive passed cops going 65 in a 55), with like 10 cars behind him, but he was coming up to the car in the right lane going about the same speed. I wasnt waiting... I drafted the car ahead of me for a second, dropped it into 3rd, and popped into the right lane, getting up to 115-120 in a couple seconds. I was coming up to the car ahead of me pretty quickly, and the car in the left lane was closing the gap. I went all the way to the right side of the right lane, and jerked the wheel left then right as precisely as I could, skidding right between the two cars, with much less than a foot to spare on either side. My car skidded in the left lane at about a 15 degree angle for about 2 seconds, then the wheels caught and I was gone.
Too many instances... and what bothers me, is I dont even get that little rush anymore. The one you get when you know you almost died, but you survived... that surge of adrenaline that makes it worth it. Im so jaded, I am robbed of that one minor pleasure.
2 times where i could have died. Praise
i was in a coma for like 3 hoursQuote:
Originally Posted by happiestmferoutthere
well i tend to get a little crazy with cars and i have a little bit of disposible income so having a car smashed up is still a big deal but not that big where i worry about it all the time. so i was driving my little mazda6 going like a bill 25-30 on a two lane highway and some dumb kids decide to cut across the semi ahead of me and keep in mind this only took like less then 2 seconds to happen but i was passing a car in my right lane to cut in front of it then pass the semi but they cut the semi off and it braked and i braked as fast as i could but i guess it wasn't fast enough and i slammed into the back of the semi...the only thing saving me from getting decapitated was this little guard underneath the semi. i walked away with not a whole lot of injures just some back problems. thank god for 5 point seatbelts and airbags.
i got robbed at gunpoint for a ounce. who the hell does that?
i flipped a snowmobile going 80 and somehow managed to jump off midair and just layed there for a few minutes wondering if i was hurt then when my dad walked over by me i just got up and looked around and was like wow im ok he said it looked like i planned it by the way i jumped off.
umm my friend crashed a car when i was in the passenger seat when were all drunk and otherwise messed up and running from the police into a telephone pole and hit it so hard it knocked over. again thank god for airbags and seatbelts.
oh and don't play with guns. ima leave it at that.
last one i can remember- i was goin stupid again in a audi A6 on a country road and i was going like 80 or 90 and some old lady decided when i was like a few yards away from her drive way that it was a good time to pull out in front of me while a truck was coming the other way, so i dropped down a gear and barely made it passed her while missing the truck by under a foot.
theres more...almost all of them involve cars but i can't think of em right now.
When I was really little and learning how to swim I thought I could swim just fine on my own and swam away from the group when the instructors were busy. I swam out way over my head and couldn't make it back. I sunk to the bottom of the pool and was down there for a while trying to hold my breath. I was starting to black out when an instructor saw me an pulled me up.
Another time I was climbing a huge uprooted maple. and one of the branches gave out and I crashed through many branches falling. When I landed I was ok but noticed my head landed less then a foot away from a sharp broken larger branch that could have easily impaled my skull.
Another time I was driving with my freind and we were rounding the corner of an intersection and a F350 comes speeding through the intersection going about 75mph... my friend by chance...managed to stop at just the right second and we luckily only impacted against the tire of the truck as it passed... it blew out the windsheild and ripped off the bumper... a split second later it would have been my door taken out and my life.
I had an alergic reaction to an anesthetic they gave me during a procedure once.. I was told they had trouble getting me to wake up and remain conciouss and while I was awake I got violently sick and wasnt aware of what was going on, like a horrible trip.
I don't know if I've almost died.. I could now be closer to death right now than I ever was and I'm just sitting here.. I've had some of the above conditions, but I cannot surely say in hind sight that I almost died; although at the time I probly felt different.
I was in a car wreck last year. My arm went through the little vent window and car rolled over on it. It was cut off about halfway between the wrist and elbow except for the skin on one side. I was trying to keep pressure on it because when I didn't about a half a coffee cup of blood came out every time my heart beat. And we're out in the country like 15 miles from the nearest hospital and if I pass out I was gonna bleed to death for sure. I only remember parts of it, but I still have a phobia about riding with anyone.
When I was about 5 I went unconscious after being held underwater for too long during a stupid game we played in the pool. I was revived after about an hour or so..woke up in a chair with like 20 ppl staring at me. chlorine can give u some massive headaches
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Aw thanks! How ya doing? :)Quote:
Originally Posted by tootsie roll
I'm feeling great now! To think a year ago, I was undergoing chemotherapy *shivers* I'm glad that's all behind me!
1 - was sick as a baby
2 - overdose on a drug
3 - weird night that i just thought i was gonna get shot by either this crackwhore or her bf
When I was born my umbilicle cord was wrapped around my neck, choking me! Yeah, I wanted out of this world even before I came in.
Then, when I was really young I ran into a busy street for some stupid reason, and it just so happened that the car that was coming towards me was my neighbor, who happens to drive fairly slowly, so she avoided hitting me. But if I woulda gotten hit by any other car going fast, I probably woulda died.
I also smoked way too much weed for what I was used to and started having a severe panic attack that lasted several hours. I know I wasn't going to die, but I sure felt like it. I think I was laying on the bathroom floor for several hours before dragging myself downstairs. I kept throwing up and shit. Bad experience.
I've been shot twice, and shot at many more.
I was stabbed in the chest.
I was hit by a freight train.
I had encephalitis as a kid, and was clinically dead for almost a minute.
I rode my first bicycle into busy traffic, causing a major pile up.
I was in a near plane crash (the planes engines shut down due to a fire and we dropped 4000 feet before recovering, and making an emergency landing).
I've been in several car crashes, including a high speed rollover.
I once woke up to find a rattlesnake under my tent.
I drove a Ford Pinto in the late '70's.
holy shit man bad luck or what:chainsaw:
3 months ago I went over the handlebars on my Ninja at like 110 or so when everything went wrong in an opposite banked turn in the Adirondacks. I broke my left arm in 3 places and chip a bone on my wrist dislocated my shoulder split my right knee down to the bone only needed 12 stitches and was out for like a minute or so. Not too bad though compared to other stuff on here. But after I wreck in front of 3 cars my buddies picked up my bike and pushed it down another road and waited like 45 min for our trailer to take it home. The last thing we wanted to deal with is a bunch of troopers questions and shit. And luckily no one called. I was back riding with cast and stitches about three weeks later. Good riding gear can save you the rash, I only had it on my hand and knuckles becuase as long as you live the is usually the worst part.
Glad everyone made it through everything on here though. And lets remember all those friends and family we know that didn't make it through theres. RIP
Not really.Quote:
Originally Posted by DAY-DREAMER-MAN
I'm still here right?
It just means I live an interesting life.
Things happen to me only when I'm out there doing stuff.
I know people who climb mountains, and jump out of airplanes. That's a lot more dangerous than driving across some railroad tracks, or flying on British Midlands airlines.
You only go around once, so you've got to 'go for the gusto' (I heard that in a beer commercial).
WHAT THE FUCK??Quote:
Originally Posted by deadfan420
Yo sorry didnt really understand what this blog was sopose to be about.. but yeah I bought this blunt that was already rolled up from this kid that didnt really like me back in the highschool days and I ended up smoking the whole blunt by myself and back then it was alot of weed just for me cause it was when I first started smoking. I guess it was laced with somting according to his friend.. Really bad trip lol...
Oh yeah, I also had a massive asthma attack when I was about 10. I used to live in Canada and my dad is a GP. He took me outside in the -25C air and my lungs opened up. He saved my life.