My teacher drove a our school van off the road on a school trip. We barreled down the mountain for about 20 feet until we high centered. We were hanging off a cliff loony tunes style.
Drank water from a fountain at Indira Ghandi airport after surviving close to a month in India. Shat my brains out and spewed up for about two weeks, dropped to around 9 stone in weight (from about 11st 6), hallucinations (visual and aural), inability to have a solid poop for a good month or so, shit self on streets of liverpool on two occassions (fortunately near home) , brief stay in hospital. Nowhere near death i guess, but that's the closest i came.
Drank water from a fountain at Indira Ghandi airport after surviving close to a month in India. Shat my brains out and spewed up for about two weeks, dropped to around 9 stone in weight (from about 11st 6), hallucinations (visual and aural), inability to have a solid poop for a good month or so, shit self on streets of liverpool on two occassions (fortunately near home) , brief stay in hospital. Nowhere near death i guess, but that's the closest i came.
We actually had a gun pulled on us when buying train tickets in Dehli (by a ticket agent) but it was done in a really friendly ( i really can't explain what happened, he just casually pulled out the gun whilst he told us there'd be no refunds on misbooked tickets or missed trains with a smile, put it on the desk, stroked it and carried on chatting) - again, not really a death experience.
2) I almost drowned when I was about seven. My family went on vacation in Canada and I went down a water slide without knowing how to swim. I've never been back to Canada since.
I somehow wound up on the bottom with everyone else standing on me. My mom happened to notice what was going on and dragged me out of the water.
once drowning at my uncle's lake house
My dad had to pull me out of the ocean when I was like 3 or 4.
Two or three times I blacked out drowning and probably would've died if no one saved me.
Drank water from a fountain at Indira Ghandi airport after surviving close to a month in India.
Arvie was dropped on his head as a baby. It was horrible.
Your avatar is so disturbing Shaka.
Stay away from the water!!
Arvie was dropped on his head as a baby. It was horrible.
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When I was like 11 I got my first real bike. One with brakes for the front tires and back tires separately. Previously I'd only had the kind where you pushed the pedals in reverse to brake. Well, seeing as how my dad was nowhere to be found and my mom was working two jobs I had no one to tell me anything about using them. I decided to ride around and use the brakes at full speed. My first try I went full speed down my neighborhood (trailer park :() street and decided to slam on the front brakes. I slid off the seat and flew off onto the main bar of the bike crushing both of my nuts. It was the worst pain I'd ever felt. I had to walk the bike back home one inch at a time and then I went to bed and held my nuts. I wasn't in any danger from the bike but I could have killed myself the pain was so intense. My nuts were black and blue for like 2 weeks and I could barely walk for a couple of days.
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When I was like 11 I got my first real bike. One with brakes for the front tires and back tires separately. Previously I'd only had the kind where you pushed the pedals in reverse to brake. Well, seeing as how my dad was nowhere to be found and my mom was working two jobs I had no one to tell me anything about using them. I decided to ride around and use the brakes at full speed. My first try I went full speed down my neighborhood (trailer park :() street and decided to slam on the front brakes. I slid off the seat and flew off onto the main bar of the bike crushing both of my nuts. It was the worst pain I'd ever felt. I had to walk the bike back home one inch at a time and then I went to bed and held my nuts. I wasn't in any danger from the bike but I could have killed myself the pain was so intense. My nuts were black and blue for like 2 weeks and I could barely walk for a couple of days.
i did the same thing but it was on a paved street down a huge, steep hill. i flew off my bike and all the skin on my chin, hands, elbows, and knees was ripped off. i also tore a huge hole in my hip and had to walk home with one hand on my bike and one holding the elastic from my underwear away from the hole. at the er they used tweezers to pull a bunch of twigs and gravel from it, and since it was way too big to stitch up they just gave me ointment & pads to put over it. sometimes the pad would get stuck and i'd have to rip it off like a bandaid, but on a huge seeping wound instead of regular skin. i of course didnt come close to dying that day, but it hurt like a motherfucker and i still have a big-ass scar on my side because of it.
Your avatar is so disturbing Shaka.
Creepy? That's not what you'll be saying in a few years.
Had a severe reaction to my DPT shot as an infant. The doctor said it was an old wives tale that kids could have reactions to shots, and gave me another round. I almost died and my mom found me a new doctor. I was able to finish my DT shots, but I've never been fully vaccinated against pertussis.Crap, Lennedsay, you lost your brother to that? I'm sorry to hear it. What was the illness? Were they ever able to properly diagnose it?
My asshole cousin tried to drown me when I was little. Although I grew up with a pool and had tons of swimming classes before this happened, I've had panic attacks nearly every time I've swam in deep or choppy water since.
I caught what started as a cold in August a few years ago and was sick until Christmas. I took three intense rounds of antibiotics, and I just got sicker and sicker. I had this insane fever for months straight, and seriously came to grips with the possibility of my own death. It was supposed to be my last semester of college, but I missed one test in one class due to an incorrect syllabus, and the teacher would not work with me. Even if I took a 0% for that test with no way of making it up, but passed everything else, that wouldn't satisfy her and she made me drop the class. She asked for all these doctor's notes and would lose them and ask for another original, all while I was still sick as fuck, missing other classes to get these notes, and she still wouldn't work with me. I had to appeal to the school that I should get my money back, and they agreed because I was so sick and completely contagious (at that point, I also had a staph infection). I missed so much school that semester because I was so sick and so dizzy that I couldn't drive the 30 mi to school, but I never told my other teachers or asked for leniency. I was still on the Dean's List that semester, so I could've stayed in that bitch's class and been fine... It pushed my graduation back by a semester, and since I only had that one bitch's class to retake, I wasn't considered "half time" and had to start repaying my student loans before I graduated and got a big girl job. My hatred for that woman is probably what kept me alive.
When I was in her class the next semester, I told her, "I'm not going to be here for at least the next class, maybe two. Remember when I was so sick last year? My brother had the same thing and just died. Hopefully I won't have to retake this class for a third time because of this." She gave me no problems that time. Fucking cunt.
Crap, Lennedsay, you lost your brother to that? I'm sorry to hear it. What was the illness? Were they ever able to properly diagnose it?
fuck sorry to hear that. :'(Crap, Lennedsay, you lost your brother to that? I'm sorry to hear it. What was the illness? Were they ever able to properly diagnose it?
Thanks... He refused to go to the doctor and just thought it was a cold he would get over. He was born with spina bifida and a lot of other health problems, so he grew up in hospitals and absolutely hated going. Between the high fever and congestion with absolutely no medicine, his heart couldn't handle it. His official cause of death was Congestive Heart Failure at age 34, where the average age to die from CHF is 65.
He talked to my mom that night, and she tried getting him to go to the hospital, but he refused. So she said if he sounded the same the next morning, she was taking him and he agreed to talk to her the next day, but died in the middle of the night. He started hallucinating that night from the fever, but my moronic sister in law didn't call 911, and eventually went to the living room because his coughing was keeping her up... Yea...
Sorry to hear about that len, its never easy losing someone close to you.
And if it makes you feel any better, if you find yourself in hell you're invited to all my parties.
One time I was driving around in Saudi Arabia and I was trying to change the radio station from Quranic recitation and I almost hit a guy who who making a U-turn in front of me. I waved at him to apologize but apparently he was pretty pissed because he followed me for a while. He was making me nervous so I slowed down and tried to trap him behind a red light but he ran it and kept following me. I was starting to get scared and then he rammed into the back of my car. Now I was really scared. I tried to get away but his car was faster than mine and he rammed me again so I pulled over to try and apologize. He came up to my driver side window and started screaming at me in Arabic. I didn't catch exactly what he said but there was some fucks and I got the gist of it. I tried to tell him that I didn't mean to pull out in front of him but he kept demanding I give him money and pointing to his pants that were wet. I didn't know what to do so I told him that the devil made me do it and that he should leave my judgement to Allah since Saudis are pretty superstitious and I thought he'd buy it. Well, he didn't. He pulled me out of the car and started kicking and punching me. I didn't do anything to fight back because he was so scary so I just went limp and basically played 'possum. He didn't stop until I was bleeding all over the pavement and had broken my nose, jaw, and a couple ribs. I thought he was going to kill me and I bet he wanted to but he probably thought I was already dead and left me there on the road. I called the cops but they told me I was a bitch for getting beat up.