Scariest experience [Archive]

ahole_derby

08/13/2004, 09:43

When I was 17, one night I began vomiting blood. By the time I got to the ER, I also had blood coming out of my ears and tear ducts. I remember that there were about 20 docs/nurses hovering over me and rushing around, saying things like "we're losing him". I woke up over a month later, from a coma, in the Intensice Care Unit, with a tube in my nose, a nutrition tube going into my heart, an "emptying" tube sticking out of my stomach, and a 14-inch scar running from my breat-bone to my groin. I had several bleeding ulcers rupture at the same time, apparently.

That was pretty scary, but even scarier was when my 6 month-old girl choked while taking her bottle, and turned blue/lost consciousness. My wife and I spent the next 2 days/nights at the hospital with her, without any sleep. I STILL don't sleep well, and I still cut every piece of food she eats into tiny pieces.

Goose

08/13/2004, 09:48

dude................

skletapocket

08/13/2004, 09:57

Man, that kinda takes away from my dirtbike story. Never mind...

Wasteland

08/13/2004, 10:12

When I was 10, I fell off of a Front-end loader bucket, as the tractor was moving forward. The bucket edge caught me in the lower back, and I went under, doing a couple of somersaults underneath the undercarriage. The wheel of the tractor s####ed the skin off of my left arm, and if it was over any more would have crushed it.

I was taken to the hospital immediately (strangely, I didn't hurt at all until I was picked up...then it was like a thousand daggers jabbed in my back at the same time), where they diagnosed me with a "bruised" back, after taking several x-rays from many different angles.

I spent the next couple of days in the hospital as they were getting me to sit up, holding me up by my armpits trying to get me to walk and wondering why I was screaming bloody murder whenever one of my toes would touch the ground. They sent my x-rays into another, larger hospital, whereupon they were immediately told to lay me flat and immobilize me and get me there ASAP as I had a "broken" back.

From there I was stuck with various things, and other such fun stuff. I was put on a rotating bed, where they would wake me every 2 hours to flip me around, back to front, so I wouldn't get bed sores and such. All that wasn't really scary though. What was, was when the doctor told me I would never run again, let alone walk properly. Try telling that to a 10 year old kid and see how he feels...

But I beat them all. I resolved to prove the doctor wrong, and worked at it, and now I walk and run perfectly fine, with no lingering problems at all. It could have been a lot worse...

ReZourceman

08/13/2004, 10:23

Last week I stuck my hand down a friends couch to look for coins and i put my hand in a half eaten, sticky toffee.

scared the hell outta me.

Ro-gan

08/13/2004, 10:25

My skydiving story of inadvertantly jumping into a thunderstorm moving in at 100+ mph doesn't compare to Wasteland and ahole_derby's tragedies. Congrats on overcoming those horrific events, guys!

It just goes to show that humans are very capable and resilient people.

CitizenBen

08/13/2004, 10:28

Two days before I graduated high school, I went out for the first time, and drank....and drank....and drank some more....Well the next day my grandfather showed up at 7AM and said we had a house to roof, so I dragged my sorry ### out of bed and worked from 7AM to about 4PM...I was hungover as hell. Upon my return home there was a pick up game of basketball going on at the court behind my house, it was about $30.00 bucks a game to get in, and due to my roofing job that morning I had $30.00 bucks burning a hole in my wallet. Besides it was "MY" court. So I got in and in the process of saving a loose ball I hit some gravel and started to slide, well I was heading headlong into a 4 foot brick pile behind my parents garage, so I decided in my infinite wisdom to jump it, and did so...poorly....I tried to stop my momentum, but being the mass of humanity I am I came to a screaming halt when I hit the garage...My right arm went right through a plate glass window cutting a fist sized wedge of muscle, flesh, and sinew out of my bicept. Now you'll have to forgive the bad spelling, I never was much of a scholar. I severed my artery and began to bleed, profusely. The ambulance arrived as soon as it could, but I was bleeding very severly, and the hunk of me that had been "removed" was beyond saving. Suffice to say, I was in a bit of trouble. My mother was a hospital administrator, and this being in 1994, with the blood bank AIDs scares going on and my blood type, was against me having a transfusion, so I layed on operating table bleeding to death. It is a most surreal experience to have your life pass before your eyes at 17. Well the good news is I did NOT lose my arm, and I did NOT bleed to death, after 10 + hours of surgery and some luck I pulled through and managed to get the use of my arm back into pretty good shape. I even managed to only miss four games of my freshman year of college football season, and played well the rest of the season if it was in a huge freakin' brace. There is story number one...I'll post the second one next...

ReZourceman

08/13/2004, 10:35

Story 2....

...dude, do you look for trouble ?

CitizenBen

08/13/2004, 10:42

Story Two....
Last year I through a bachelor's party for a buddy of mine. During the course of the night some kinda unsavioury types had made thier way through our little event. I thought nothing of it. Well I was headed out to my car to grab my wallet in order to help pay for the "exotic dancers" we had procurred for the evening. As I got ready to put my key in the lock someone tapped me on the left shoulder....I turned to look and the world went black for a moment. I struggled to get back to my feet as two guys tried to empty my pockets. They heard the yells of some of the people from the party and realized I was getting up and ran like hell. It turned out one of these guys had cracked me in the face with a lead pipe....
Now I'll let that sink in for a bit...
I'm just a shade under 6'5 and am roughly about 300lbs...I cut an imposing figure, as I was and still am a decent enough athelete. These idiots decided to mug me, but they didn't realize I was WAY to stupid to stay down...Well my friends came storming out of the party to find me standing there dazed and confused, saying that my face "kinda hurt"...About twenty minutes later the police arrived, and took my statement. I was irritated but actually in a jovial mood. One of the cops demanded that I go to the emergency room, I thought nothing of it, as I had NO idea how I looked. He got me in the car threw on the lights and sirens and sped off. As we were going he's calling in to the Emergency Room like I'm dying or something, I thought "Gawd, what a whiner". Well I caught a glimpse of my visage in the rear veiw mirror as we turned....I vomited all over his cruiser. My eye was barely hanging from my face. My nose was a wreck which wasn't that big a deal, its been broke quiet a few times. But my eye was a wreck...They got me into the hospital and I actually passed out. I woke up a day later, to find out I had suffered a severe head injury and had had some blood on my brain, and that I might lose my eye...My family and fiance were not happy...It was funny because my room mate, was my emeregency contact, and he got the story all mixed up and told my family and fiance I had been stabbed in the head and that I WAS going to lose my eye...So they were in a complete panic when they finally got there (my fiance was 4hrs away at school, and my parents lived 12 hours away). To make a long story short, I did not lose my eye, the doctor did a fantastic job taking some pieces from my left and right ear to fill in the destroyed orbital socket of my eye and place my eyeball back in it. I looked like a wreck for about two months and underwent some truly freaky therapies to get all the blood drainage out of my eyeball, but now I'll have to show for it is scar hidden by my hairline for the blood on my brain, and a five inch scar under my right eye...Which is much better than wearing an eyepatch, being in a coma, or being dead....

CitizenBen

08/13/2004, 10:46

I just have HORRIBLE luck sometimes...
Trouble and accidents just seem to find me, I'm sort of the luckiest unluckiest person in the world....

JesseJames

08/13/2004, 10:46

Jesus Christ.

styx

08/13/2004, 10:47

I have had several very scary moments.

First, 4 days before my 10th grade year in HS I had a heat stroke while practicing football. Coach had just broken up the practice as I collapsed. I lay on the field too weak to move for 45 minutes before anyone noticed me missing. I almost died of exposure.

Second, During the summer of '93 I was working on a radio tower replacing an antenna for a 911 center. I was on the ground holding a rope that went up the tower, through a pulley and back down to an antenna. My job was to pull the antenna up. Well the person on the tower as he was climbing up to where we would have to secure the antenna kicked the pulley loose as he climbed. At this same moment I took my hardhat off to wipe my brow. The 5 pound steel pulley fell 85 feet and hit me on the back left side of my skull.
It dropped me to my knees, but did not knock me unconscious. Since I was behind the building with the EMT's and ambulances I received great care. Neck-brace, backboard and restraints just in case it had done any spinal damage. I had something like 20 x-rays and 15 stitches. I was very lucky, I still have a bad scar, but my hair is covering it up until it recedes that far.

The single scariest experience I had was while scuba diving. I topped a reef and was on my way to a sunken ship. As I passed over the reef I swam over a Caribbean Reef Shark. It looked at me and swam on. Looking back it was a great experience, but at the time all I could think of was 'Jaws'.

If it was not for bad luck I would not have any luck at all.

donnie72191

08/13/2004, 10:48

my story

one time me n my frends were walking around our home town,{this was when we were 10} any way we were at a playground late at night and we saw something crawling up the side of the wooden part, it jumped down and proceede to chase us, we ran to the library parking lot, and then a dog came out and it was rabid! but we stood still and didnt get bit, then the thing still chased us and we ran to a street where i threw play doh at a car on accidentally, we ran to the bacl streets however, and didnt get caught.

THE END..............?

CitizenBen

08/13/2004, 10:48

Wow, and I thought I was unlucky....The shark thing is scary but cool in the same breath....

wease10

08/13/2004, 10:52

Dang CitizenBen, I would hate to be your insurance agent.;) I'm glad you emerged relatively OK though.

CitizenBen

08/13/2004, 10:56

Terry Sparks the "Man with THE Plan"....Coolest insurance agent EVAR!!!

styx

08/13/2004, 11:07

CitizenBen, it sounds like we share the same karma pool.

I am an accident looking for a place to happen. 80+ stitches, broken both patellas (knee caps), 9 concussions, broken noses and more. Soccer, football, fencing, falling out of trees and wrestling took their toll on me. Also been a passenger in a couple of bad automobile accidents.

My poor mom went through child abuse review when I was 7. I had been to the ER 3 times for stitches in 2 months. While a person from the CPS was questioning her I tripped over a rug, fell into a glass coffee table and had to have 8 stitches. The investigation of my mom was dropped that day.

ReZourceman

08/13/2004, 11:11

Originally posted by styx
While a person from the CPS was questioning her I tripped over a rug, fell into a glass coffee table and had to have 8 stitches. The investigation of my mom was dropped that day.

:eek:

CitizenBen

08/13/2004, 11:16

Don't I know it....My body is a freakin' roadmap...I've always laughed when people ask why I move so slow, they always exclaim how I'm not that old to complain...I just tell them, "...its not the years, its the mileage..."

ahole_derby

08/13/2004, 13:01

CitizenBen, you get my vote for "winner". As far as the blood transfusion, you ain't kiddin'! I had a full transfusion when it happened in 1987, and had to be tested for AIDS every year for the next 10 years.

My friends joke around with me that I am immortal, but will spend all of eternity in horrible sickness and pain. Every 5 years or so, my ####py body rebels against me yet again, and some terrible, major ailment hits. This January and February, I had some gallstones removed, and got a severe case of Acute Pancreatitis after the procedure. I was hospitalized for 4 weeks and lost 35 lbs (I'm 5'9. It wasn't too scary, though, because I had a Demerol drip the whole time, and was rarely conscious/lucid until the end of the stay, when it wasn't so bad anyway.

spankthemonkey

08/13/2004, 13:24

Those are some pretty serious stories guys.

Mine doesn't quite compare, but it freaked me out.

When I was 16 I was living in England with my family, and I was being home schooled since both of my parents are educators, and using a correspondance course system for whatever they couldn't get approval to teach me, so I ended up with a lot of free time. Unfortunately, I also was 16 and always in a real mood.

I started getting into fights, drinking, partying waaaaay too much, the whole bit, and working at a bar that was owned by an old Royal Air Force guy, which led to more fights and drinking and etc. The only constructive thing I did when I was out was go to Games Workshop and hang out with guys that worked there who I'd become friends with.

Over time, I became the guy to beat at GW as well, I was #### good at the various games, and proceeded to win a bunch of tourneys. One day, I won a round robin tournament and the guy I beat to take it was not happy. He talked some trash and stormed out. Neither myself or the other guys there thought much of it.

After the shop was closed I was heading over to my girlfriend's place, both of out parents were out of town, and you know how teenagers are... I declined to go for a pint with my buddies, and headed off to her place. I was just walking along with my mini's in a hard shell case in my backpack, and next thing I knew, someone cold-cocked me in the back of the head.

I was dazed from the hit and couldn't defend myself much, and was quickly overwhelmed by the guy who I'd beaten in the tourney and a group of his friends. They kicked the holy hell outta me, and ran off. I was in pretty lousy shape, and basically crawled over to my girlfriends.

She, of course, freaked out when she saw me, and after that all I remember was waking up in her bed with my boss and a couple of the guys from the pub checking me out. One of them had taken medic training in the service, and was then a paramedic, and he told me that he'd basically had to tape my kneecap back into place, that I had a concussion, lots of bruises, that I'd been coughing up blood, though luckily it turned out not to be serious, and that if I hadn't been wearing that backpack with my mini case, I'd probably have a broken spine. As it was my back was pretty black and blue for about a month.

Later, I got to look at the case, and they'd been kicking so hard and so much that it had actually caved in and pretty much shattered. So basically, the foetal position and one of those old GW cases had saved me from being a cripple. These days I recovered, since it wasn't as bad as it could have been, but my knee still kills any time I jar it at all.

BudPalmer

08/13/2004, 13:43

Geeze I just had Ryesyndrome (SP? Fluid on the brain) and almost died when I was five. I remember having doctors pry my eyes open to shine lights in my eyes but not being able to do anything about it. Once I woke up, it was blood tests every half hour. I made it out OK I guess.

BigSoph

08/13/2004, 13:54

While no severing is involved...

I lived in a very rural area on the edge of a lake. I am 17 years old at the time and it was around 8 pm and I was walking with a friend and some lovely young ladies, taking them to a great "fishing spot"
As we pass the public beach parking lot some guy flashes his headlights at us, dazzle blinding us
I am planning a great practical joke (scaring them by leaping out of the bushes, and I can make a really good bear sound) so I take off into the ditch around the parking lot (I know the area, heavily forested, like the back of my hand)
As I circle the parking lot in the shadows, I notice a car on the far side and someone in the bushes at the back.
I am standing in the ditch between the people in the bush and the people in the car. The car cannot see me because they are in light and the people in the bush cannot see me because I am below their line of sight to the car. The person in the woods is using a flashlight to try and signal the people in the car. I notice one guy in the car handing a baggie to someone standing near the car and taking some money from
him. The people in the car appeared startingly relaxed.
The guy in the woods continues to try and signal the guy in the acr who stands up and shrugs; he doesn't understand the signal. The bush guy shouts as quietly as he can that he is sure someone is coming around in the ditch.. watch out
He gives a hand wave (I guess to show he gets it) and suddenly the flashlight is shone on me!
I realized I had interrupted a drug deal! Then they yelled "hey, you! We want to TALK to you" and 3 guys from the car started running towards me. I am a VERY fast runner *whew!) but safety was past the car to the highway. I never ran so fast in my life. I measured where I had leapt the ditch a few days later. I had jumped up 3 feet and across 10-12 feet!
When I did not come back, my friend came looking for me. (Maybe I knew the people, maybe I had gone home)
He knew the woods like me, and the dealers were checking the bushes to find me. (I was long away by this time)
When we met up later he asked me "what did you do?" We were the same height, build and appearance
Apparently they had small bats and went after him saying "there he is, get him"
For years after, whenever I told this story my pulse rate went up

Cloudpret

08/13/2004, 14:18

The scariest moment i ever had (no wheres near as scary as you guys stories) were id have to say when i got into a fight wiht a bunch of kids. After a party around 3 in the morning, i was walking home with my girlfriend when we walked by 6 kids. They were hollerin adn yelling at my girlfriend, saying dirty words, so i told them to f*ck off adn went on a cursing rampage etc etc.

Then one of the kids come at me and pulls out a switchblade, so me gettin a little nervious i just tell the kid to back off adn continue to curse , dindt think he would actually use the knife (to my stupidity). Then all of a sudden the kid starts slashing at me, cut me accross my chest and my left arm (missing my face by lets say 1/4th an inch). At this point i had no clue waht the hell was going on so i just dove on him and started to pound on his face and choke him, where then his 5 other friends jumped on me and started to hold me back and held me up. THe kid gets up and slowly stabs me in the leg (didnt feel it that much, adrenelin was rushing). And then he puts it to my face and starts making little cuts (i think he was trying to carve his initials, its amazing how sick people are today)

After that they drop me to the floor and walk towards their car, me thinking it was over. Then one of the kids, some small little punk takes a bat (wooden, thank god) and just starts wacking at my legs (that time it hurt). Broke some bones and tore my ACL, lost a lot of blood and needed a blood transfusion. I guess im lucky they didnt stab an artery or something.

All in all that was a ####py night for me (but in no way compares to your guys stories). I guess the scariest part while all this was happening was that i was worried that they would do somethin to my GF.

Darth Sabre

08/13/2004, 14:38

Wow, some really horrible things. It's great to see you all have presevered.

I have had a rough life, and have really had a number of things happen to me that have been scary.

My father was physically abusive (and one time in a drunken stupor put a loaded gun to my head, and he gave me the ole, "I put you in this world" speech) , my mom had drug problems, and one time when our house was raided (I was 12), I was sleeping when a police officer woke me up. I was under the covers and came up to find myself eye to eye with the barrel of his pistol. He assumed I was my uncle.

But probably one of the scariest things that happened to me was:

When I lived in NYC and I was about 9, 2 of my cousins (they were about 14 and 15 at the time) and I were going to the beach (from the Bronx to Far Rockaway) traveling on the subway. While we were waiting to transfer trains at one of the stations, I noticed an Oriental man reading an Oriental paper. Curious, I stood next to him, and started reading over his shoulder. He didn't really seem to mind, as he looked up and smirked, when he noticed what I was doing.

One of my cousins was sitting on the edge of the platform, while the other was pacing back and forth.

After a few minutes, the cousin that was sitting on the platform decided to be a smart-alec, and out loud mocked the Oriental man, by speaking fake Chinese (something to the effect of Hong Ching,Ho Chong), and laughed.

The man next to me was obviously offended and became very angry. Thinking that I did it, he viciously attacked me, by punching me in the head. IIRC this guy was in his 30's or so. My cousins jumped up and came to defend me when the man flashed a pistol, and walked off. The train came shortly there after and we got on it, and the guy followed us from car to car. We all thought we were goners.

But we came to his stop and he got off the train. Needless to say I was not only hurting, but I was extremely pissed at my cousin.

NotYou

08/13/2004, 18:21

Isn't it one of the wierdest things...looking at something,
like a part of your body, which is usually so familiar, and
not recognizing it?

Charaxes

08/13/2004, 21:21

My scariest moment came when I was on a family vacation to Colorado when I was six. There was a trail up a small mountain near our hotel that we decided to trek up one day. Half way up it started getting dark, and we thought it would be a good idea to quit asending, and to continue tomorrow. The next morning my family started up the trail again. We got to about the same spot, and it started to pour down rain, so we turned around and ran back to our room. My dad said that it was as if that something didn't want us to get to the top. The next day, we went back up. We all got the top fairly easily, but saw a sign for "Brown's Cabin". We thought it looked cool, so continued up the trail. We got off the trail, but we were far from lost, and the cabin was coming into view. The trail that we made was very narrow, and still wet from the downpour from the day before. I tripped, but regained my balance, and continued down the trail. My mom noted that the trail was getting more rocky and dangerous. Soon after that, I tripped again, and a rock give way. I begun sliding down the face of the mountian. The way the face of this mountain was, there was a gradual slide for about 100 feet, and then there a drop off of the rest of the mountain. As I was sliding, I saw the the drop off getting closer and closer. I then closed my eyes, and wanting to see my own end. I suddenly stopped. I opened my eyes, and saw that my foot had hit a rock, just big enough to stop my slide. My dad come down the decent, helped me up, and we continued to the cabin. I was shaken up, but aside from some minor cuts on my side, and was fine. It was a scary moment, though.

Spyder-Man

08/13/2004, 22:02

I would have to say mine was during my Sophomore year of high school during Wrestling season. It was close to the Conference tournament and we had a match with the team that our school had been jockeying with for first place the last three or four years. Our team had been missing our heavyweight the entire year and because I was the extra guy in the weight class right below it, I got bumped up and had been wrestling guys almost 60 pounds more than me. So we finally get to the match and for the first time I saw the guy I would have to wrestle. He must've been 6'5" or 6'6" without an ounce of fat on him. He made weight by .1 of a pound while I was still two pounds under the 215 weight class limit. Needless to say, I was freaking out all night.

It finally got to be my time to wrestle and I got my headgear on and went out to the mat. The ref started the match and the only thing I saw was a blur of motion until I went crashing down on my back with a near three hundred pound senior landing on my chest from 6 feet in the air. The only thing I remember is one side of the crowd was booing and the other side was telling them to shut up. I couldn't do much of anything except look up at the ceiling and count the number of tiles for a couple of minutes. I eventually got back up after my mom nearly ran out of the stands to beat my opponent in the head. Nothing broken fortunately, but now I can't stand up for more than an hour without my back hurting like Hades. About a month later I got suplexed over another giant kid's head and nearly broke my neck. I suppose that has a lot to do with why I quit wrestling.

BigSoph

08/13/2004, 22:15

Originally posted by Darth Sabre
Wow, some really horrible things. It's great to see you all have presevered.

You know after reading your story, and the others...being scared by drug dealers is not so bad. Same thing with walking on false land

When a river is very slow moving into a shallow lake you sometimes get a build up of muck around the reeds. This gets thicker and thicker until it just looks like marshy land.
I walked out on one, not realizing it until I was 50-60 feet out.
I was terrified. If I went through, it very likely would seal up behind me and there is no way I would be able to push through the reeds to make it the 40-50 feet to open water. Even if I swam the right way!
I have probably never been closer to dying than right then. Foolishly I might add too.
I literally crawled on all fours through the muck to spread my weight out. I still have nightmares about that

But even that will now be tempered by fathers pulling guns, knife fights

You see, if I die from nature it is an accient. It is poor timing

If a fellow human kills me, that is personal. And it is that personal touch that scares the #### out of me

CitizenBen

08/13/2004, 23:14

Its really good to see that in the "Good GAWD I can't believe that happened to you..." catagory I'm not alone...Its amazing what can happen to you in the course of your life, the world is this dizzingly huge place where craziness is always just around the corner. Thats one reason I work in the field that I do, its in appreciation for all the opportunities I've had, and "second" chances I've had. Thats also the reason I volunteer in the community, and believe it or not got into games like Heroclix. I think when you can truly appreciate your life, and it sounds like all of you unlucky bastards do, just like me, you can relax and appreciate the fun of life even more. Heroclix, Mage Knight, Warhammer, Comics, Lunch Money, Doomtown, Graverobbers From Outerspace, D&D, and so on and so forth have done nothing less than given me hours upon countless hours of pure fun. A release from the madness that life can become. Heck I'm such a believer in this that I attempt to rope everyone I can into my gaming "addiction" in order to share with them just the sheer fun of letting go and enjoying being a kid again. In the end life can deal you so many bad hands, as we all can see by our collective bad luck, its good we can share a community about a game that gives us so much joy...
To good times....

WakandaMan

08/13/2004, 23:41

Life sure is messed up sometimes. Some of you guys have had it real bad I can tell.

I live in a rural city in Australia...don't really expect to be exposed to violent crime, but it still happens.

I night a dropped a friend home to his block of units after he'd been at my place. We get out of the car and can hear some screaming and yelling going on in one of the other units. Next thing these 4 guys come out, clearly drunk or stoned, probably both, and start asking me "where the weed is?". Of course, not wanting to enrage them, I try to reason with them, but they weren't listening and they back me up against the wall. That's when I notice that one of them has a knife.

Now, I'm a big guy; I'm 6'7", and my mate while not as tall is built like a brickhouse...very solid. But these guys weren't lightweights either, and one of them was huge- I'd say he would have been at least twice my weight.

Instinctively I grabbed the wrist of the guy holding the knife, and by some miracle he drops it. My friend then picked it up and threw it over the fence. They then proceeded to double team us. I don't go down easy, but I had the big guy on me, and eventually he managed to pin me down and started strangling- I'll never forget the look on his face as I thought this was going to be the end for me. Funny enough, what saved me was one of the other guys started kicking me in the face, causing him to let go.

This went on for a while, and my mate got the same treatment. Eventually my friend managed to get away, went inside his unit and came out with the biggest darn shovel I have ever seen, which seemed to scare them off a bit.

The worst part of the whole deal was that while it was happening I saw people in all the other units looking out the windows but not willing to come and help. Couldn't believe that.

And the wierdest thing was I wasn't at all scared at the time. It was all very surreal, like it wasn't really happening, and I had a lot of peace. Only afterward did I realise how scary it was. We both came out of it with just an egg-sized lump on our head each and a split lip. Definitely being protected from on high that day.

Pfligman

08/14/2004, 01:36

My 2 scariest (no comparison to most of you guys, I mean jebus people) are both from this year.

First while clearing snow off a pine tree branch, (this was done to prevent the branch from being overweight and breaking) I had a big pile of snow fall into my face. I slid slightly and when I cleared the snow I instantly thought that I had slid towards the tree. No. It was falling. I spun and turned my back to it, (nice big evergreen, b e a utiful as it were) and it hit me and drove me into the snoe. Another tree that had fallen prevented it from landing on me and killing me. I was pinned under the branches for several hours, (moral here why the family is away don't do hard work) I actually pulled myself out just straight through, ripped my body up pretty good, broke 5 teeth. One right in front which is now my favorite. (it looks all mean) In all the breaking I apparently agrivated some form of venomous spider which decided to bite me. I wound up with a partially broken back (no paralisis thank god) a concussion and all sorts of cool cuts and bruises. This is by far the scariest thing I've ever experienced.

2nd, while drunken rollerblading, (and yes I'm aware I was asking for trouble) I was convinced I could do a rail grind.(This was also like my 5th time ever on rollerblades, I still fell just trying to go forward) I got going down the stairs, (seemed like a good way to get speed) amd went to jump and just fell, I hit kinda hard but that wasn't the scary thing, I was spread eagle and sliding down towards a rail, fortunatly my (I'd say spider sense but it probably should be named after a drink) kicked in and I grabbed the rail above me swung forward and cracked my tailbone which was so much better than the alternative. Pretty scary stuff.

And Styx, I work in elementry schools and your CPS comment had me rolling. I wish more of those instances turned out that way, glad you didn't get too beat up.

Magnito

08/14/2004, 01:47

When i was 6, my sister and I had the Chicken Pox just after Chrictmas. When they finally cleared up, She was fine, but I was left incredably weak. I couldn't eat anything or even stand up. When I collapsed on the floor a couple days latter, my mom drove me to a walk in clinic, and it turns out I had post-chicken pox incephilides (spelling?). It is a very rare condition that some time follows after Chicken pox. I ended up being in the hospital for a month, missing New years in the prosses. That is the closest I've ever come to death. The docters said that I took a bit of brain damage, and I've been told that my personality changed after that expirience.

VandalSavage

08/14/2004, 02:05

Ok,

I can no longer read these posts...They are..

A. Freaking Me Out
B. Making me Sad
c. Scaring the Blank out of Me!!
d. ALL OF THE ABOVE!!!

Mr. Savage

Darth Sabre

08/14/2004, 02:23

Originally posted by BigSoph
When a river is very slow moving into a shallow lake you sometimes get a build up of muck around the reeds. This gets thicker and thicker until it just looks like marshy land.
I walked out on one, not realizing it until I was 50-60 feet out.
I was terrified. If I went through, it very likely would seal up behind me and there is no way I would be able to push through the reeds to make it the 40-50 feet to open water. Even if I swam the right way!
I have probably never been closer to dying than right then. Foolishly I might add too.
I literally crawled on all fours through the muck to spread my weight out. I still have nightmares about that

I've almost drowned three times, twice in one day. I don't really want to go into the intimate details, as that still frightens me more to this day, than anything I've encountered-to the point it really bothers me to talk about it. But briefly:

I was in the Boy Scouts and we went fishing at this lake, where we had to cross a log to get to the fishing spot. There was some wet moss and I slipped and fell down into a waterfall, where I was trapped by the force of the water washing over me. I managed to get out.

Another time I was at a lake, and went out to be where my uncle was playing water volleyball, and had a sand sink-hole open up right under me when I was a few feet from my uncle. On a last gasp after struggling for what seemed like hours, I managed to heave-ho myself, and brushed my uncle's back side with my finger tips, and he pulled me out.

I do not go swimming in lakes, or rivers with much confidence. I start freaking out when I realize that I can't see the bottom of the place I'm swimming. It's my true phobia-aside from being approached by unknown big dogs, though that one is for no apparent reason.