Most Dangerous Situation?

[Aurora Black]

This thread was inspired mostly by Ent's severe iodine allergy that was mentioned in the Winter Support thread yesterday. It stuck with me, and I was curious to hear about anyone's brushes with death or at least a serious injury. So with that said...

What's the most dangerous situation you've ever been in?

I have a handful of instances like these under my belt. When my mom was about 5 months pregnant with me, she went into premature labor. If it hadn't been for the injection that the doctor gave her, I would have come out much too soon and died.

But does that really count? I wasn't even born yet.

Next, when I was 14 years old, I had a stalker. She was obsessed with me, and she had fantasies of killing me. One day while my classmates and I were on a field trip, she showed up in one of the restaurants we visited for lunch (I was in the other place, thank GOD) and started showing around a gun that she had wrapped up in her backpack. Then she started asking people where I was...

Anyway, that bitch was locked up after that.

Three years later, I was in a really bad car accident and I was very lucky to be alive. Haven't worked up the nerve to sit behind the wheel of a car after that one, and even when I cross the street my heart pounds. Major trauma there.

Then maybe two years ago, while my mom was here on a visit, we were chased by a couple of Gypsies wth knives who wanted to rob us. It was in the summer, and we made the mistake of taking a stroll by the sea at sundown, and before long it was dark. Never mind that there were plenty of other people around walking and window shopping with their families, the Gypsies wanted us because we were obviously foreign. It didn't help that Mom was wearing all those shiny rings on her fingers, and that I was wearing my crucifix with tiny diamonds (gift for my baptism earlier that year).

Those bastards. They scared the living shit out of my mother, and I was afraid that she'd have a heart attack. They kept their distance because we were in a crowd, but I knew we had to lose them fast. I cursed them out in Greek, calling them assholes and dog fuckers and threatening to call the police. I had my keys in one hand so I could punch them in the eyes, and with the other I had to drag my mother so she wouldn't faint. Finally, we reached the apartment building and went in, those guys still following us. Mom headed for the elevator but I grabbed her and we ran up the stairs. If we had taken the elevator, they would have seen where it stopped. So we took the stairs and made it safely home.

What's your story?

 

[Liar]

13 y.o and loved to swim. Especially in the open sea.
Dragged ten meters below by a drifting fishnet in a sub surface tide current.

I knew I was about to lose the last oxygen in my lungs, when I manage to get free of the damn thing, and shot for the surface.

Only to hit my head on the boat I was diving from. Knocked me out cold, knocked the air out of my lungs, left me bobbing, face down, unconscious in the water. It took twenty seconds of CPR to get my heart going, and six years to get me into the water again unless I could see the bottom.

On the other hand, I wouldn't be here if that hadn't happened. I was introduced to Lit by a friend I met because of this experience.

 

[rgraham666]

Closest brush with death was when I was hanging from my own belt a little over ten years ago.

That, the circumstances that lead to it and the fear that it will happen again if I go back into the world are the reasons I live a very isolated life.

 

[hugo_sam]

Lying in a hospital bed having a series of strokes, 2 1/2 years ago.

 

[Aurora Black]

13 y.o and loved to swim. Especially in the open sea.
Dragged ten meters below by a drifting fishnet in a sub surface tide current.

I knew I was about to lose the last oxygen in my lungs, when I manage to get free of the damn thing, and shot for the surface.

Only to hit my head on the boat I was diving from. Knocked me out cold, knocked the air out of my lungs, left me bobbing, face down, unconscious in the water. It took twenty seconds of CPR to get my heart going, and six years to get me into the water again unless I could see the bottom.

On the other hand, I wouldn't be here if that hadn't happened. I was introduced to Lit by a friend I met because of this experience.

God, Liar. That sounds like something straight out of "Jaws."

 

[Aurora Black]

Closest brush with death was when I was hanging from my own belt a little over ten years ago.

That, the circumstances that lead to it and the fear that it will happen again if I go back into the world are the reasons I live a very isolated life.

You mean hanging, hanging? *concerned*

 

[impressive]

Closest brush with death was when I was hanging from my own belt a little over ten years ago.

That, the circumstances that lead to it and the fear that it will happen again if I go back into the world are the reasons I live a very isolated life.

Love you, Rob. I don't want to think about the world without you in it.

 

[Aurora Black]

Lying in a hospital bed having a series of strokes, 2 1/2 years ago.

* es Hugo's forehead*

 

[thepornographer]

How about getting walked in on by my next door neighbour, who's name happened to be Rocky - a well built green grocer of Calabrese/Sicilan heritage - while I was *with* his 16-year-old only daughter... (what could I do, she was the split image of Jamie Lynn Sigler [meadow] from the Sopranao's, I shit you not)...

Or how about a few months earlier after getting chased out of my, at the time, 16-year-old girlfriend's window 5am in the morning - mind you she lived in a split level house and as her father walked in and took a swing at me, like a cat, I some how landed on my feet, while re-dressing and taking off like a lighting bolt down the lane... (she lived about a dozen houses away from me).

What is it with me and parent walk ins? (italian one's in particular). What can I say, I was a bit of a neighbourhood whore. I was chased mercilessly in both cases for weeks... Ah, to be a horny 16-year-old male in Sydney again...

 

[woodnymph_O]

Mine was about 6 years ago, I had an early term micarrage (so early I didn't know I was pregnant) and started to hemmorage. I was quite literally bleeding to death. I tried to tell my ex that something wasn't right. I passed out in the kitchen while trying to get ready. I came to a few minutes later to find him standing over me yelling at me that I was faking , and just wanted to get out of work. I then got my 2 year old and 3 year old dressed to go to my moms and call work and the doctor (we had no phone) I announced to the asshole that I was going with or without him, and if he wanted to make sure we all lived he would drive. He did and 10 minutes later we were at my mom's I passed out again in her bathroom floor and she called an ambulance. She was over me smacking my cheeks and yelling not to leave her.I could still see him over her shoulder with this smug expression on his face thinking that I am faking, he kept that all the way into the hospital. They did tests to see what was causing all the bleeding, and couldn't see anything. There he still stood all smug in the doorway, as if waiting for someone to say "there's nothing wrong she's faking."
Then a nurse shouts from behind me as I go all woozy again, "HER PRESSURES DOWN AGAIN ,WE"RE LOSEING HER!" This was after 3 bags of blood, and one of platelets. Only when they rushed me past him to surgery did his expression change.
I have never been able to forget , he would have stood over me yelling, as I layed in the floor and died.
Thank godess I am out of there, and alive today

 

[cloudy]

When I had my first child, like Nymphy, I hemoraged.....pretty badly. All I can remember is feeling like I was floating, that's it - not a thing anyone said, or did, just that floating feeling.

I was in a bad wreck when I was a senior in college. This guy in a full-size pickup ran a stop sign because he "looked, and didn't see anything so didn't bother to stop" (his words, I kid you not). I had a Chevette (y'all remember those?), which was pretty much a tin can on wheels, and I hit him head on. I had time to see what was going to happen, and turn the wheel to the right slightly, and it probably saved my life, because I ended up hitting him at a slight diagonal instead of directly head on.

I was standing on the brakes so hard, trying to stop, that the brake pedal rebounded when we hit him, and it literally crushed my right foot in the middle. I went through my window, but I was told later on that I was very, very lucky - I'd had the window down just a few inches, and the cop that came to the wreck told me that if I'd had it up all the way, chances were that my head would have just rebounded off the safety glass instead of going through it, and I'd probably have had a nasty head injury.

Ended up in a cast for eight weeks, an air cast for eight weeks, a splint thingy for another eight weeks, and close to a year of therapy for me to get that foot/leg to work right - and I have some very minor scars on the left side of my face (if I've been in the sun all day long, the scars will turn red).

I was lucky - someone was watching out for me.

 

[Guest]

when i was a teenager, living with this guy and sharing a house with another psychotic...we had a party. didnt know he was lunatic...he started waving around this gun that had no safety on it. told everyone he would kill them but me. i had to stay with him while he freaked out or he would kill everyone. scared the shit out of me. he eventually passed out....i packed my bags and moved out.

slept with a phone on my chest for an entire year and 1/2 while ex husband was AWOL after being arrested for molestation. the mental manipulation was almost more exhausting than a physical beating.

during c-section for middle child...something didnt feel quite right. being that i am a cardiac tech, i was in tune with all machines...watched my vitals plummet...began seeing my irregular heart beat...looked at ex and asked him to tell kat that i loved her...i just knew i was going to die. turns out that the anesthesia didnt really work for me. i felt nearly everything and went into an extremely deep shock. it really frightened me to see my pressure at 50/20 and falling still... yet i was willing to let go...i just wanted to hold my daughters and then slip away. it took a very long time to recover.

 

[hugo_sam]

Nymph,
Jesus!!! That's horrendous.



Cloudy,



Rob,
Glad it didn't happen.



Liar

 

[rgraham666]

You mean hanging, hanging? *concerned*

Yes Aurora, hanging. As in I tried to take my own life. And I damned near succeeded.

Don't worry. I'm long past trying it again, although it was touch and go for several years.

Thank you, Imp.

And hugo. *GBH*

 

[hugo_sam]

when i was a teenager, living with this guy and sharing a house with another psychotic...we had a party. didnt know he was lunatic...he started waving around this gun that had no safety on it. told everyone he would kill them but me. i had to stay with him while he freaked out or he would kill everyone. scared the shit out of me. he eventually passed out....i packed my bags and moved out.

slept with a phone on my chest for an entire year and 1/2 while ex husband was AWOL after being arrested for molestation. the mental manipulation was almost more exhausting than a physical beating.

during c-section for middle child...something didnt feel quite right. being that i am a cardiac tech, i was in tune with all machines...watched my vitals plummet...began seeing my irregular heart beat...looked at ex and asked him to tell kat that i loved her...i just knew i was going to die. turns out that the anesthesia didnt really work for me. i felt nearly everything and went into an extremely deep shock. it really frightened me to see my pressure at 50/20 and falling still... yet i was willing to let go...i just wanted to hold my daughters and then slip away. it took a very long time to recover.

Dearest Vella,



For all the rhetoric that goes on about men and women, I personnaly know that I will never experience the pain/trauma of childbirth. For that I am thankful and have the most profound and respect for any woman that has experienced it. That is not a 'battle' between the sexes or orientations. It is something they have endured and that I, nor any male will never know the
depth of.

 

[woodnymph_O]

For all the rhetoric that goes on about men and women, I personnaly know that I will never experience the pain/trauma of childbirth. For that I am thankful and have the most profound and respect for any woman that has experienced it. That is not a 'battle' between the sexes or orientations. It is something they have endured and that I, nor any male will never know the
depth of.

Thanks for the appreciation, and the hugs sam

 

[SEVERUSMAX]

For me, it was when I was 5. I mistakenly (with a 5 year old's typical logic) thought that if ONE thyroid supplement pill would be good for me, the WHOLE BOTTLE would be even better. Needless to say, I spent a few days in the hospital and they had to pump my stomach.

 

[BlackShanglan]

Terrifying, all of them. Thinking of our good Liar dragged ten meters under was especially disturbing to me. My warmest sympathies to all.

I feel blessed. I've never faced a serious threat that I was aware of. There was probably one that I wasn't aware of at the time; once, when I was riding in the forest at the age of ten or twelve, I met a man who devoted a great deal of time to trying to talk me down off of my horse. I recognize now that he would probably have attacked me if I'd complied, but at the time I thought nothing of it. He just seemed to me to be a harmless stranger with an odd obsession about bareback riding. He wanted me to dismount and said that riding bareback was wonderful; he'd help me get the saddle off and watch it for me. (Yes, the adult in me sees the creepy double entendre in "bareback riding"). It's a bit unsettling to realize that, naive and careless child that I was, I was possibly saved from some very unpleasant consequences by the fact that I happened not to like riding bareback. That, and he was afraid of my horse; it made him nervous, and he wanted me to come off of it of my own volition.

Horses have always been good me.

Shanglan

 

[cloudy]

Terrifying, all of them. Thinking of our good Liar dragged ten meters under was especially disturbing to me. My warmest sympathies to all.

I feel blessed. I've never faced a serious threat that I was aware of. There was probably one that I wasn't aware of at the time; once, when I was riding in the forest at the age of ten or twelve, I met a man who devoted a great deal of time to trying to talk me down off of my horse. I recognize now that he would probably have attacked me if I'd complied, but at the time I thought nothing of it. He just seemed to me to be a harmless stranger with an odd obsession about bareback riding. He wanted me to dismount and said that riding bareback was wonderful; he'd help me get the saddle off and watch it for me. (Yes, the adult in me sees the creepy double entendre in that phrase). It's a bit unsettling to realize that, naive and careless child that I was, I was possibly saved from some very unpleasant consequences by the fact that I happened not to like riding bareback. That, and he was afraid of my horse; it made him nervous, and he wanted me to come off of it of my own volition.

Horses have always been good me.

Shanglan

Horses are absolutely wonderful creatures!

When we lived in California, the horse I had detested snakes, as do most horses. But she went WAY beyond detesting them. With her, it was almost like a personal vendetta: FIND them...KILL them.

Riding one day, she started this insane bouncing up and down, all four legs off the ground at the same time. Finally she stopped, then snorted as if to say, "Take that!" and walked off as calm as can be.

I looked behind us on the trail, and there was a very flat, very dead rattlesnake there.

 

[Belegon]

my closest call was with a rattler as well...I was around ten or eleven years old and we lived in an area of San Diego where my back yard was the hills. As I took the garbage out to the side yard one day I stepped out the side garage door and was confronted with a startled rattler...I don't remember him going into his coil, but because he did not strike immediately I feel he must have done it after I stepped out...he started rattling and I stared for what seemed like 10 minutes but was likely less then ten seconds...I hopped back in the garage, my hand that was still on the door knob drawing the door closed, the trash tumbling away as I could care less about it at that point...it is perhaps a detail that my imagination added, but I remember the thump of it's head hitting the door...

my dad killed it with a shovel, chopping it's head off, and all the neighborhood kids gathered to look at it's headless body thrashing around in the metal trash can...then my dad made a hatband out of the skin. I think he still has it...

my most recent time I thought about the possibility of my own death in an immediate sense was standing on the roof of that same house (now only my mom's), hose in hand, wetting the roof, flames on three sides of us as the neighbor to the north and to the south and I debated when to get off the roofs and try and drive out in October 2003. We watched the flames get close enough that we could feel the heat on our faces dance in the directions the flames did...then, like magic, the fire department was there. They turned the flames and they were gone, and we were still on the roofs as they fought the flames a hundred feet away. I missed three days of work due to weakness from smoke inhalation.

I firefighters.

 

[eric shawn listo]

Last night, I was taking my son to Basketball practice. Dark. Car speeding toward us in my lane. Went into the breakdown lane. little red car was beside me before he swerved back into his lane.

Cell phone user.

 

[SEVERUSMAX]

Last night, I was taking my son to Basketball practice. Dark. Car speeding toward us in my lane. Went into the breakdown lane. little red car was beside me before he swerved back into his lane.

Cell phone user.

They're the worst, especially here in Houston.

 

[zeb1094]

Well, where to start.

Edit:

Almost forgot: Age 5 Decided that electice out let was a car, took my dad's keys, on a metal key chain, and pluged them in. Zap, flew across the room. 2nd degree burns on my hands.

At age 17 I was driving a friends motorcycle. Going around a corner I was cut off and went to go around, to avoid hitting the car that cut me off and there was a parked car. Bam, right into the side of the parked car. Came too lying in the middle of the street with about a dozen people standing around me. Couldn't breath...wound up with 3 broken ribs and a puctured lung. Spent two weeks in the hospital.

Age 24 - Korea. Was on a CPU patrol. (Crime Prevention Unit-was a cop in the USAF) Came around the corner of a baracks and there were two Korean's trying to break into the baracks window. When they saw me the attacked. Got a knife in the ribs, another puctured lung. Knocked one of them out with my nightstick. The other one ran, popped two caps on him, but missed. He was caught by my partner and a K-9 unit. Spend a week in the hospital that time.

Age 53 - Heart Attack - Died in the ER, shocked twice, brought me back. I saw that light everyone talks about and talked to god. I think it was god although he sounded like someone I worked with at the time. I was lucky, it happened at home, the wife was with me and call 911 right away. I was in the hospital in twenty minutes. No damage to the heart. Did have to have Angyoplasty with a stint and I'm now on a bunch of drugs, but I'm alive.

 

[Aurora Black]

Mine was about 6 years ago, I had an early term micarrage (so early I didn't know I was pregnant) and started to hemmorage. I was quite literally bleeding to death. I tried to tell my ex that something wasn't right. I passed out in the kitchen while trying to get ready. I came to a few minutes later to find him standing over me yelling at me that I was faking , and just wanted to get out of work. I then got my 2 year old and 3 year old dressed to go to my moms and call work and the doctor (we had no phone) I announced to the asshole that I was going with or without him, and if he wanted to make sure we all lived he would drive. He did and 10 minutes later we were at my mom's I passed out again in her bathroom floor and she called an ambulance. She was over me smacking my cheeks and yelling not to leave her.I could still see him over her shoulder with this smug expression on his face thinking that I am faking, he kept that all the way into the hospital. They did tests to see what was causing all the bleeding, and couldn't see anything. There he still stood all smug in the doorway, as if waiting for someone to say "there's nothing wrong she's faking."
Then a nurse shouts from behind me as I go all woozy again, "HER PRESSURES DOWN AGAIN ,WE"RE LOSEING HER!" This was after 3 bags of blood, and one of platelets. Only when they rushed me past him to surgery did his expression change.
I have never been able to forget , he would have stood over me yelling, as I layed in the floor and died.
Thank godess I am out of there, and alive today

Nymph, wow. What an inhuman bastard.

 

[Aurora Black]

How about getting walked in on by my next door neighbour, who's name happened to be Rocky - a well built green grocer of Calabrese/Sicilan heritage - while I was *with* his 16-year-old only daughter... (what could I do, she was the split image of Jamie Lynn Sigler [meadow] from the Sopranao's, I shit you not)...

Or how about a few months earlier after getting chased out of my, at the time, 16-year-old girlfriend's window 5am in the morning - mind you she lived in a split level house and as her father walked in and took a swing at me, like a cat, I some how landed on my feet, while re-dressing and taking off like a lighting bolt down the lane... (she lived about a dozen houses away from me).

What is it with me and parent walk ins? (italian one's in particular). What can I say, I was a bit of a neighbourhood whore. I was chased mercilessly in both cases for weeks... Ah, to be a horny 16-year-old male in Sydney again...

Is that true? It sounds almost like a scene from "American Pie."