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[–] Fairle 0 points 1 point (+1|-0) ago 

Wow, I have a lot of these. Haha. I guess I tell the scariest one.

I don't remember my exact age, but I was small. Probably around 8 or 9. My family used to be big into tubing and we went to a river where a wall had been built with a small opening on the side that tubers could ride down like a small water ride. It spat you out pretty roughly onto the other side (which was pretty deep, maybe 10 feet or so). Nothing about it was particularly dangerous...unless your were tiny and got caught underneath the undertow (that's probably not the correct term, the current coming from the opening was extremely strong and went all the way to the other side of the river).

I had never tubed alone before, always in someone's lap, so I begged my mother to allow me to go by myself. I was given a tube that in hindsight had been to big and too thin to really hold me in, so right as I hit the bottom of the slide I flipped and was pushed to the bottom of the river. I remember hitting my head on rocks and blacking out. When I came to, the undertow had me pinned down and I felt like I was doing somersaults. I tried swimming but that only made me lose my bearing of what was up or down and I kept crashing into rocks on to bottom of the river. I remember my only thoughts being "I'm gonna die I'm gonna die I'm gonna die" like a page of script on a screen. I relaxed and eventually could tell I was floating up. I bumped my head against something soft, then a hand grabbed the back of my suit and hoisted me up. I had come up underneath some random guy and I could hear my mother on the other side screaming and screaming. The guy held onto me until a cousin who had dove in swam up to us, grabbed me and took me to shore.

It must have not phased me all that much since I never tubed in anyone's lap again after that.

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[–] Reow [S] 0 points 1 point (+1|-0) ago 

I tried swimming but that only made me lose my bearing of what was up or down and I kept crashing into rocks on to bottom of the river.

This was one of the things I really remember / relate to, from when I almost drowned in the ocean after being caught in a rip. As I was swimming back to shore, I had waves crash on me and push me under, and I felt like I was in one of those front-load washing machines (being somersaulted repeatedly). When it first happened, I tried to swim to the surface and found I was swimming to the seabed instead. After that when it happened again, I just held my breath, relaxed, and went with it. That also sucked somewhat, because there was an undercurrent and I got dragged out more. I was eventually lucky enough to get a series of clean breaks and learn when to exert effort and when not to.

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[–] Fairle 0 points 1 point (+1|-0) ago 

The ocean terrifies me. There's some small sense of control for me in a river...but not any in an ocean. Reading that was scary.

How far out did it end up taking you?

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[–] Samyaza 0 points 1 point (+1|-0) ago 

On mobile so sorry for the format. I got 3 stories. The first one is one my parents tell me. When I was 2 I would try to eat random thing. Well I decided to eat change, for what reason I don't know, but a couple of quarters turned sideways and blocked my air passage. My mom found me unresponsive and started to give me CPR as my dad called the ambulance. I regained consciousness in the ambulance. No idea if I stopped breathing or not. Second time was because of a good allergy I randomly developed. I had been a sickly child allergic the practically everything. But after years of allergy shots I was able to be a normal kid. Well one day me and my family were out eating at a seafood restaurant. I ordered my favorite food which was shellfish, shrimp to be exact. Turns out I randomly developed a shrimp and my throat closed up rather quickly. I passed out a woke up in the hospital. Apparently I stopped breathing for a little bit. Last story. I was in the back of a friends car cruising around at night down some back country roads. We had been getting high and decided it would be nice. Well a deer ran in front of the car. My friend swerved to miss it and as he did so his axle broke. We ended up rolling a good distance a d down a hill into a field. We were beaten and bruised but could still walk around. We looked at where we landed and if we had gone a for more we would have landed on some thick metal posts. Fun times.

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[–] pmme_your_smallboobs 0 points 1 point (+1|-0) ago 

Carbon monoxide poisoning, christmas eve 2007. My cat literally saved my life. Ever since she has had a life of pure luxury, Even by cat standards. This includes annual checkups with the vet, Even if theres no visible signs if any problems.

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[–] Flaaffy 0 points 1 point (+1|-0) ago 

I was given a root canal, and it turns out it was a really shitty job. Within a week, I had an abcessed tooth and was taken to the ER to have it popped and drained.

It also turns out, that the drainage job wasn't done properly, and this anaerobic bacteria decided to start migrating up my nasal cavities.

I thought this brown spot on my face was a bruise, but within the next few days, this 'bruise' continued to migrate up my face until it was just above my nose, but below my eyes.

While talking to my Anatomy instructor, he said, "Oh, that's no bruise. That's a bacterial infection under your skin."

I pointed to it and asked him if it could possibly go to my brain, and he responded, "I sure hope not!"

After class, we had our lab downstairs. It involved tons of dissected sheep hearts on the tables because we were learning to identify the inside parts of the heart. None of that really bothered me, but my whole face turned pale, I began to sweat profusely, and I became so weak I couldn't walk.

Luckily, I had many friends in that class who walked me out to the front of the college and had me get into my boyfriends car (he was in my lab, too). I was driven to the ER.

Once in Triage, I explained to the nurses that I had an anaerobic bacterial infection traveling up my nasal cavities, and if it reaches my eyes and goes into my brain, it will kill me instantly.

It was a busy day in the ER, and they had no rooms available, but they stuck me in a room with a chair and immediately hooked me up to an IV with their strongest antibiotics until a room became available.

The pain was so intense that I was cringing and sweating in pain. I thought I was going to die, and I was readily accepting and awaiting my death.

Then, they got me into a room in the children's hospital (better than nothing!) And they got me placed into a room, and proceeded to give me IV after IV of antibiotics for three days straight. Finally, the 'bruise' was fading, and I was feeling back to normal.

Then, I had all my college books out and proceeded to study immensely for my lab practical I missed. I had tons of nurses and great resources for studying since I was in a hospital too.

I also rejected any kind of pain killer that would make me unable to focus so I could remain coherent and study. A lot of the lead nurses came in and shared their stories in college with me. I would frequently ask the nurses about their schooling experiences too. (I'm in college to become a nurse)

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[–] Prepackaged 0 points 5 points (+5|-0) ago 

Every time I find myself behind a driver from New Jersey.

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[–] 2494906? ago 

My heart stopped for about 5 seconds while getting a colonoscopy....

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[–] piratse 0 points 1 point (+1|-0) ago  (edited ago)

I was about 17 and got a major infection. I didn't know it at the time, obviously. I was at my best friends house in the summer (Texas) just chilling and playing video game but I was extremely cold. I thought his mom had the A/C on full blast. So I throw a blanket on and I'm SHAKING. I felt like I was in the snow with just shorts on. I suddenly got tired and laid in his bed while shivering my ass off and sweating. It was about 20 minutes and I decided I was getting worse (it happened so fast), I decided to drive to the local clinic. We lived in a town with about 2k people and we had a clinic and a small hospital. Two of my friends parents were the doctors for these places so I went to the clinic looking for Dr. Q. I went to the receptionist, still sweating and fucking freezing like I was sitting in an ice bath. I asked for a water fountain and went for a drink. I remember leaning over to drink then BAM I black out. The next thing I remember I was in an ambulance heading to the hospital. When I got there they put me in a little waiting room (with one of those tables with the shitty butcher paper on it) and I blacked out THREE more times. Again this was a small hospital with ONE doctor on duty, so I don't blame them, they had a lot going on. The BEST part IMO is this. I kept passing out on this table and waking up confused and sweating. The second time I wake up and I hear this sweet little black lady in the room next to me (they were curtain "rooms" not walled off) literally say "ohhhh I think I shit myself." I was very weak at this point and I let out a "HA" and passed out one more time. I woke up with my friends dad in my face and I was sitting in a wheel chair. They took me to get some xrays and run test. I could barely feel my legs at this point, they didn't feel numb it just felt like they weren't there. They helped me stand for an xray and I vomited stomach acid all over the floor. I was in the hospital for a few weeks trying to recover. I couldn't use my legs for about 2 weeks, I had to be showered by my other friends mom (she was a nurse). And no, it wasn't sexy because I was fucking miserable. I had to piss and shit laying in bed, and it burned like 1000 knives that were on fire, crafted by Satan himself, when I urinated. It was so bad I almost passed out from the pain. I would try to avoid pissing as much as possible. I made a full recovery, but holy shit it was scary. This is an "I almost died" story because the infection was so bad if I had not gone to the Hospital that day I likely would have died (according to my doctor).

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[–] reed 0 points 1 point (+1|-0) ago  (edited ago)

One of many artillery attacks I went through during my first deployment.

One night, me and a buddy were tossing a bunch of shit over the side and out the back of our platoon's deuce and a half, into the burn pit at FOB Sykes, which was positioned right on the perimeter of the base. In the middle of this, we both heard a pop pop pop from off in the distance, outside the wire. We both stopped what we were doing immediately and stared at each other for a second with an oh shit look on our faces. Then the rounds landed BOOM BOOM BOOM in the opposite direction from where we heard the pops just aa few seconds prior. The rounds were literally flying directly over our heads before landing inside the base. We tossed the rest of the shit over, jumped in the cab, and hauled fucking ass out of there. Wasn't easy to do though because the area around the burn pit was all ash mixed with that moon dust Iraqi sand bullshit, and a deuce and a half is a big fucking truck that also had the water buffalo hitched on the back. VROOM VROOM VROOM, BOOM BOOM BOOM.

I mean, we got hit with that shit nearly every day, for literally months on end, but that was one of the times where I was like holy shit I might fucking die out here. Mainly I think because we were caught pretty much out in the open, by ourselves.

There were also the myriad of convoys and shit, especially the one were the serials in front of and behind ours both got hit with IEDs, but whatever.

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