[–] Wowbagger 0 points 1 point 1 point (+1|-0) ago (edited ago)
I was crossing a 4 lane street with the pedestrian light and some college kid ran a red light going around 60. He was so far away when I'd looked to the right that I foolishly didn't look again when I got to the middle. I was on the far side of the 3rd lane when I heard the brakes screeching. I looked up just in time to see him fish tailing. He actually drifted around me to my left and I was staring in at four terrified kids staring back at me. His tires found traction again just as he passed me and off they went without bothering to stop and make sure I was okay. Fuck that guy. To this day I hope he feels pretty awful and drives more conscientiously.
Other close calls: Deathly allergic to mango. Tried a tea listed as having blood orange.
Deathly allergic to cashews. Ten years ago, Entenmann's added cashews to their crumb cake without advertising that they'd changed the ingredients. Wrote them a complaint. They sent me a generic letter "thank you for your interest in our product". Included in the envelope were two coupons for $1 off crumb cake.
Hit by a driver who didn't look for pedestrians while making a protected left. I did have the pedestrian light and I did look but she'd zoomed up to beat the yellow. That was one year ago yesterday, actually. I was crossing to my favorite gyro place at the time so I celebrated yesterday by having gyros for dinner.
[–] Fuckmesilly ago
I have Crohn's Disease and got really sick last year. I was bedridden for five months, unbearable pain, bleeding every day, losing about 5 lbs a week after it got bad. Luckily I convinced my parents to let me buy some weed to make brownies; it didn't heal me but I stopped the weight loss with what little I had until I got real medicine. I was down to 114 (and dropping) at 5'10" before I got it.
[–] crazyjuan 0 points 1 point 1 point (+1|-0) ago
The closest time I got to dying is when I was mugged at midnight in London. This was around the time when most muggings involved knives, and no one else was around to help me out if I got stabbed.
Second place is a time I'd rather not talk about, and third place comes from my botched surgery from my appendicitis that left me with a blot clot that prevented me from walking for several weeks.