Near-Death Experiences

[BB2K]

Have you ever had one?

I think I've had a couple, once when I was a toddler I fell into a massive bucket full of water and almost drowned, according to my Mum, and when I started school I almost got run over by a car on the way home. I actually remember that a little. I can't recall any others, but I'm sure I've had afew more.

EDIT: Oh, and I don't mean the whole 'life flashing before eyes' thing, just times that you've nearly died.

[Princess Sakura]

I lived in the bush most of my life and we went tubing in the creek every wet season.
It got pretty intense with some massive rains and I stupidly decided to go down on my boogie board cos I didn't have a tyre one time when the water was really high.
I ended up having to abandon the boogie board cos I was heading for some massive trees in the middle of some rapids and had to fload down until I could cling to some trees and someone could help me. Went under a few times and was quite scary...

[Pauly]

i don't remember it but at a birthday party during preschool i was almost hung. the people who's house it was apparently had rope hanging from a tree with a loop on the end. the kids were all sitting in it and swinging off the balcony. some kid put it around my neck and pushed me off. funnily enough there were no parents supervising and it was only thanks to a kid who ran in and told someone that i was saved. no scars which is lucky too.

[Serenity]

July 2007.

Brisbane CBD.

Approximately 11am.

So here I was, waiting to cross the street with three of my classmates. (We were on a school camp.) I give the button on the traffic light another press. I hear the little beeping noises which mean you can cross. So I stick my foot out, take a step and this taxi horn starts blaring at me. I jump back. Being the stupid girl I am, I realise that this was for the OTHER crossing. I got teased about it all day.

Oh, then there was that time I fell on my head while snowboarding. I cushioned the blow with my arms. Wasn't wearing a helmet.

[incompatible with life]

Possibly on the golf course. I seem to recall hearing a whooshing sound just next to me which I didn't pay much attention to at the time. It was only later on that I pieced together that said whooshing may or may not have been a wayward golf ball.

[Vicious]

Have you ever had one?

. . .

http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v229/Shike/Car%20Crash/100_0476.jpg?t=1247848863

Yes.

[Cerebral]

I almost got cleaned up by a car when I was stepping off a tram. Yeah I'm supposed to look, but they're supposed to ****ing stop.

[Lazlow]

When Sakura started working at Subway, my heart almost stopped.



























http://i30.tinypic.com/2a816iw.jpg

[incompatible with life]

I almost got cleaned up by a car when I was stepping off a tram. Yeah I'm supposed to look, but they're supposed to ****ing stop.
I go by the principle that generally, pedestrian vs. car doesn't go very well for the pedestrian

[Second]

Closest near death experience that I can recall is when I was surfing, got knocked off during a wave and was underwater, getting thrown around like a little bitch all the way to the shore.

I go by the principle that generally, pedestrian vs. car doesn't go very well for the pedestrian

I prefer to believe that Might doesn't make Right, but I'm unwilling to put myself in a situation that will put it to the test.

[texta]

Except for occasionally almost stepping in front of cars not really. But I did see someone else have one when they had a heart attack last Saturday.

[Pauly]

vicious i would pep you if i could. that is horrific.

[Princess Sakura]

When Sakura started working at Subway, my heart almost stopped. http://i30.tinypic.com/2a816iw.jpg

Oh you :cool:

[Quatters]

Didn't die but this was scary.

So I was driving around and there's this large roundabout near my place.
There weren't many people around so I gave it a bit of throttle as I was passing through and got the tail out. I was keeping it really flat and consistent so rather than take my turn off I decide to keep the slide going and do a few laps. Anyway, as I'm coming around the halfway mark, this dude stops at the roundabout as I pass him sideways. I keep the end out and as I pass back, the guy is still there, staring at me, honking his horn and flashing his lights. I thought WTF? He should have just gone, but didn't think too much about it as I was concentrating on maintaining my angle. Anyway, I come back around again and he's still there! Honks again and flashes his high beams this time. The brightness of them shocks me and I lose it and end up spinning and end up stopped facing the wrong direction. So he then rushes into the roundabout straight towards me (still facing the wrong way) then he slams onto his brakes as he's rushing towards me stopping mere millimetres away from my car. He's honking and screaming and flashing his lights and all this shit. WTF? What a tool. He should have gone earlier and he would have been on his way and I would never have spun out. This sort of irresponsible shit ****ing annoys me.

[AranchineD]

By all accounts I should be dead by now.
-Falling out of a treehouse almost flat onto my back when I was a little kid
-On my bike getting stick in the middle of a one lane either way road (just on those thin two double lines) as streams of cars going both ways suddenly appear
-When I was younger a friend "jokingly" held my head underwater in the pool, and didn't realise when I slowly started to struggle against him less and less
-Getting stuck in a rip off a beach, about 20 metres out, and just about running out of energy to keep fighting it (and I got stuck in the first place by doing the stupid thing of me and a mate trying to go out there ourselves to help two of our other mates who had gotten stuck out there)
-Lightning once striking the ground about 5 metres ahead of where I was walking
-A car going about 50km/h smashing into a pole just where my mates and I were standing about 10 seconds ago before we decided to screw the red man blinking across the road and jaywalk across. DISOBEYING LAWS SAVES LIVES PEOPLE
-Apparently I didn't do too good at life as a baby either

[Vicious]

vicious i would pep you if i could. that is horrific.

Yeah, it wasn't pretty. My sister actually cried the day after when we went to see the car (when that was took).

I was going to college on a highway . . . I just started going around the bend ten miles or so from the campus when this guy flips his HID high beams on (the brightest blue/white available, probably multiples) directly into my windshield. I had to hold the turn while blind or I'd go straight off, but when I tried to correct from going over the OTHER edge it over corrected sort of fishtailing into gravel on the side I was trying to avoid. This led to flipping the vehicle. The car bounced down the ditch three times on the passenger side. What really messed with my head? The silhouette of the debris that came out of the airbag looked like blood had splattered. The good news was I came out bruised with only a few cuts. The paramedics were amazed I didn't suffer more severe injuries or have at least one bone broken. Especially considering I had the car packed full of things including a newly built 50+lbs PC in the backseat loose.

Had it been the driver's side my skull would have been crushed in. The killer is I wasn't going all that fast, about 60-65 mph (96 to 104 kph roughly).


I've had other near death experiences too, but that was probably the biggest eye opener.

[Mike-Towns]

Got caught in a rip when I was about 10. There was a lifesaver near me so I did what they taught me in school; raised my fist up and shouted help.

He waved, said hello, and left...what a twat. Friends dad ended up saving me.

[AranchineD]

Got caught in a rip when I was about 10. There was a lifesaver near me so I did what they taught me in school; raised my fist up and shouted help.

He waved, said hello, and left...what a twat. Friends dad ended up saving me.

Kinda same thing happened to me (lifesaver not really saving), when my two mates were caught in the rip they just yelled out on the loudspeaker "SWIM TO THE RIGHT" and that was it until someone actually went up there and told them they really needed help.

Of course when they said 'right' they meant their right, which according to the guys out in the water would have been towards a bunch of rocks and actually further in danger.

[FX-GTZ]

. . .

http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v229/Shike/Car%20Crash/100_0476.jpg?t=1247848863

Yes.

Damn man, what happened? Run into godzilla or something?

[AranchineD]

No he almost died you insensitive clod.

[Spudzilla]

Oh ****ing hell, FX

[Dorkify]

Not really that close to dying, but I remember once going for a swim at a surf beach and as I was coming into shore, both my legs started cramping severely. The water was too shallow to float and I couldn't stand because my legs were useless, so I looked like a moron as I struggled to keep my head above water right near the edge of the water.

[incompatible with life]

This sort of irresponsible shit ****ing annoys me.


...

His or yours?

[Gemerald]

By all accounts I should be dead by now.
-Falling out of a treehouse almost flat onto my back when I was a little kid
-On my bike getting stick in the middle of a one lane either way road (just on those thin two double lines) as streams of cars going both ways suddenly appear
-When I was younger a friend "jokingly" held my head underwater in the pool, and didn't realise when I slowly started to struggle against him less and less
-Getting stuck in a rip off a beach, about 20 metres out, and just about running out of energy to keep fighting it (and I got stuck in the first place by doing the stupid thing of me and a mate trying to go out there ourselves to help two of our other mates who had gotten stuck out there)
-Lightning once striking the ground about 5 metres ahead of where I was walking
-A car going about 50km/h smashing into a pole just where my mates and I were standing about 10 seconds ago before we decided to screw the red man blinking across the road and jaywalk across. DISOBEYING LAWS SAVES LIVES PEOPLE
-Apparently I didn't do too good at life as a baby either

That's pretty freaky. More detail? How badly were you injured?

[Big Kev]

I suffer from sleep apnoea. I remember one time waking up, because I wasn't breathing. In fact, it was too difficult to breathe. The effort involved in taking a breath in seemed astronomical at that moment. So I decided to go back to sleep.

Something inside my head kicked into gear and I forced myself to take that breath. Felt like it took a full minute just to fill my lungs, it was that difficult to get the breath in.

2 minutes of unrepentant coughing later, I was still breathing. Have been ever since, strangely.

[big_b]

I once fell through the middle of a helter skelter. Managed to grab hold of a railing on the way down (which was quite a drop) and pulled myself up to safety.

[Second]

I suffer from sleep apnoea. I remember one time waking up, because I wasn't breathing. In fact, it was too difficult to breathe. The effort involved in taking a breath in seemed astronomical at that moment. So I decided to go back to sleep.

Something inside my head kicked into gear and I forced myself to take that breath. Felt like it took a full minute just to fill my lungs, it was that difficult to get the breath in.

2 minutes of unrepentant coughing later, I was still breathing. Have been ever since, strangely.

Haven't you also had a massive prang at an intersection as well? I seem to remember photos.

[Big Kev]

The car was ****ed. I didn't get so much as a bruise.

FULL FIST!

[Second]

Pro-Tip: Don't GIS "Full fist" with safe search off in the hopes of getting the appropriate image.

[Big Kev]

http://www.abc.net.au/tv/doublethefist/images/steve_no_bg.jpg

[AranchineD]

That's pretty freaky. More detail? How badly were you injured?

Absolutely nothing happened to me. Just walking, big red bolt of ball lightning appears in front of me for half a second, and then disappears. Just saying if I was a few metres forward of where I was...

[tShane]

You're gunna have to excuse the long posts... I really can't be ****ed shortening it, and it's an interesting tale in my life so you can read it if you wish. :D

Also, there may be a few 'fluff's in there, as I'm copying my post from PCPP.

Well, this Sunday 3rd of August, was my 19th Birthday.

My friends and I had planned to have some food/drinks and then head out to the clubs etc. later on.

All was going good, at around 11:30pm we had to take a friend home as he'd drank a little too much. Whilst we were back at our friends shed, my heart suddenly started racing. I'm not talking about going fast, I'm talking about fluffing thundering along.

I've had it 2 times before over the years, both times it went away after ~1 hour.
I figured I'd let it pass over and we all went back to town.
It gradually got worse to the point where we left at around 3am and headed back to the shed we'd bunkered down in for the night.

Everyone went to sleep whilst I lay there, unable to move or anything without my entire guts aching and my heart feeling like it was about to tear out of my chest.

I found that standing up felt better, so I walked around a while, jumped on a PC and tried to pass some time.

At around 6:30am, I still hadn't slept at all, so I woke up a friend and asked if he could take me to the hospital.

We got there around 7:00am, told the people in the ER my problems and they rushed me into a room. They began heart rate tests and hooked me up to a few machines.

This is where shit got cool.

The machine they hooked me up to started going into fits, sounding all sorts of alarms as I just sat there, giggling at the nurse who was looking at me as if I was going to die as she tried to take down what the machine was saying. Hell, she even wished me happy birthday. What a lovely lady.

Get this, the average heart rate for an adult is 60-100 beats per minute.
My heart peaked at 263bpm. fluffin' vroom.

They diagnosed my problem as something similar to a SupraVentricular Tachycardia (SVT) (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Supraventricular_tachycardia) and decided to restart my heart. Apparently this isn't a serious thing. O_o

The nurses that were there warned me that I've probably never felt anything like this before and that everything will be ok.

They connected this little 3 way valve thing to my arm;

http://img517.imageshack.us/img517/6576/dsc00046br6.jpg

What they now planned to do, was inject 6ml of some chemical into me with one valve, whilst dilluting it with salt water from another valve. It was apparently quite important for them to time it right and not fluff up, as whatever it was they were filling me with - it's pretty heavy shit.

I rested on the bed as one doctor held my arm still and the other 2 prepared to fill me with this liquid death.
They did a count down and then started injecting it into me. After it was done, they stared up at the monitors.

"Well, that didn't do anything."

Stated one of the doctors. As he finished that sentence, I felt my heart stop. Literally.
Unable to breath at all (it was like I was underwater), everything around me was fading to black, things were getting blurry and it felt as if everything had gone into slow motion. Just before things went completely black, it all came back in a flash and returned to normal.

It felt like I'd been ripped out of my own body, then thrust back in. Was fluffing surreal. The doctors said that I handled the situation very well considering the circumstances, and that not everyone has their heart stopped and started on their birthdays. ;/

They had to keep me in observation for hours to make sure I wasn't going to go into relapse, so I had to lie there until 12:30pm. Once the tests came back and I was fine to leave, I went home and ate cake and slept.

So yeah, it was an interesting birthday for me.
:)

UPDATE:

A cardiologist flew up from Melbourne to study my heart last week.
He seemed pretty cool. At one point he was looking at a sheet showing my heart had been beating at ~150bpm.

He was telling me that that was "quite bad as the normal maximum rate is ~120".
He freaked when he turned the page to show my peak of 263.

Anyway, after conducting some tests and looking at the diagrams etc., he came to the conclusion that;

My heart generates far more electricity than a normal person.
He said my heart is like a 'super highway' compared to the average street and due to the amount of electrodes flying about, occasionally they fluff up and go into an infinite loop (hence needing my heart restarted that time to stop it).

First thing that came to my mind?
Super Saiyan.

So I need to travel to either Adelaide or Melbourne (400km and 800km respectively) within the next 7 weeks to have heart surgery.
What this will consist of is an 'abelation' (I think that's the right term), where they make an incision around your groin, stick some cables into a main artery and feed them through all the way up into your heart.

From here, the cardiologist said that they have to kill parts of my heart to dull it down.
Yeah, they're not repairing my heart by adding to it or fixing it - they're taking parts away to make me less powerful.

I guess I'll let you guys know the day I leave to go to hospital and if I'm still alive once the surgery is done (it's not risky I'm told).

Super Saiyan Shane out.

http://img490.imageshack.us/img490/2662/dragonball20z20gokuph2.jpg

[tShane]

And... the follow up story.


Well, I got to the hospital around 7 or 8 (more like 11:30 but whatevs),
And I yelled to my mummy "Yo homes, smell you later!"
Looked at the hospital, I was finally there!
To settle in my bed as;
Patient #716418
McColl, Shane
03.08.1989/Male
Unit: Cardiology - 012.
Bel: Air.

First things first, they had me strip down and put my hospital dress on. My initial thoughts were that it was (one of) the most camp garments I'd ever worn. Then as I wandered aimlessly around the place for a bit, baring my ass to all - I realised just how accessible they are. They're a fantastic contraption that are really taken for granted.
So peace was now made with me and my man-dress.
I lay comfortably on the bed, not spread eagled, but not cross legged, just enough to understand why William Wallace was so into kilts.

Shortly after, quite an attractive lady pulled my curtains aside and came in. She had the cutest little accent and was just an all round nice looking/sounding person. She set me up with valves in my arm so that they could extract blood/inject medicines as necessary.
She wanted to do it in my left arm but couldn't find a vein, so she had a go at my left wrist. This ended horribly with a bent needle, a bruised wrist and quite a bit of blood. I didn't mind though because she was gorgeous.
We then decided the right arm was a better idea.
After that was done, she told me that it was time to shave all around my groin, as that is where they make the initial incision. In my mind, I forced myself to jump into a river of dirty thoughts and be swept away by the current of it all, hoping to gain an inch or so to counter what the newly found cold breeze that a lack of undies had taken away.

Then John came.
The curtain pulled aside some more. Standing before me was not a small and femine man, but quite a large, hairy, bearded man.
I'm guessing I didn't hide my disappointment/fear/shock too well, as the nice petite woman gave a little giggle and drew the curtain across.
My mind climbed out of the river of sexy thoughts and decided to roll in the dirt of ugly thoughts, dwindling down whatever measurements I had gained.

John asked that I pull my man-dress to the side. I did so accordingly. He attached what looked like a $2 razor onto a handle. He took the razor to my groin and made a hasty swipe.
The feeling was more as if the hairs get caught in between the blunt blades of the razor and simply snap in half at a certain length from the strain.
I jokingly asked John if there were any shaving cream. He looked at me and said;

"Nope, but I can use a cut-throat razor if you want. Then I might give you some shaving cream."

I tried to let out a hearty laugh but I think no more than a pittyful giggle escaped my mouth and a possible tear down my cheek as he pulled out every last hair. After he was done, I was left wallowing in a puddle of my own pubic hair.

I sat there for half an hour, pondering if I should get up and brush it all onto the floor, or just sit there and itch. I sat there and itched.
Just as I decided I'd read some of my book (Assassins Quest by Robin Hobb, it's the 3rd of the trilogy and I recommend anyone who is interested in Medieval Fantasy to get these books, they're the greatest things in the history of anything and everything)... a few nurses came and told me it was time. They told me to lay down and that they'd wheel me to the operating theatre. I sat there quietly and enjoyed the ride until we came to the room.

I was told to lay down on the operating table by a guy who looked so much like Capt. McMillan that I believed it was him. Then he said this to top if off;

"Be weary of when you get on the table, lad. It's about as cold as my ex-girlfriend."

Followed by a quick wink. He was british. I was in utter shock. I longed for him to call me Soap, but it never happened. Still - he was easily the coolest person in the entire hospital.

After some stuffing around, there were about a dozen nurses/doctors/whatever in the room, all doing their own thing.
Once everything was ready, they took my man-dress of with a swift tug (like I said, accessible!), leaving me naked on the table. They covered me with a couple plastic sheets, exposed my groin and injected it with a local anaesthetic.
You see, apparently there is a chance that I'd lapse into a coma if they perform this operation when I'm knocked out, so alls they can give me is a local shot to where they cut me open, and some pain killers.

After a couple minutes of waiting, they began to make the incision. I can't even begin to bring myself to explain why, but the feeling (as much as it hurt) made me laugh. The doctor looked at me puzzled and asked if I was alright. I told him I was fine and tried to hold my tongue, but the pain was just making me laugh.
fluff it I thought. It was better than crying.

The incision was made on the right side of my groin. From here, they fed 2 small cables up through a main artery. This was one of the most crazy feelings I'd ever had. I could feel every little movement it made as the cables pushed their way from my nuts to my heart.
Once inside my heart, I could feel them prodding around (as well as see the camera feed on of the screens).

What they wanted to do, was electrocute me (think like a defribulator, but from the inside) and try to get my heart to get into that Super Saiyan mode so that they could pin point the spot they had to kill.
They injected me with something to calm my nerves whilst they bagan to zap at my heart.
After about 10 minutes of jolting my heart, they couldn't seem to replicate the problem. The highest they got my heart was 180bpm, and that was only for ~30 seconds.

What they tried next, was to do the same tests, but with a nice healthy dose of adrenaline. So much for the nerve calming agent.

The adrenaline made me want to run. I'm not sure where, I'm not sure why, but I just wanted to expel the energy. Laying down, it'd already made my heart go up to 120bpm. Now was the time to try the electrocution again.

The first jolt rocked my pretty hard. It made my heart beat so hard that it actually made me sit up a little bit. They told me to relax and to get ready for another jolt.

Two more jolts passed. By now, I could see the plastic sheets moving on top of my heart as it strove to break free of my body. One final jolt, and I felt it again. The light-headedness, followed by the rush of energy/sickness that over came me back on my birthday.
I was Super Saiyan once more.

The main Doctor ordered the guy working the machine to stop and keep it there. I looked over on my ECG screen.

288 beats per minute.

New record. fluffing vroom.

It stayed like this for a couple minutes, and the doctors exclaimed that they'd found the spot that they had to kill.

Once more I was injected with a chemical that caused me to sink deep into the operating table, unable to breath, with everything going black/quiet around me. Just as things were near silent, it all came rushing back in a flash with my heart back down to 110bpm.

http://i153.photobucket.com/albums/s206/teh_Shane/dumb.jpg
Completely unrelated, but this girl started talking to me just now. Have a look at how fluffing dumb those emotes are.

[tShane]

and, last but not least...


Now for the fun part. I lied. This part fluffing sucked.
They pulled out the cables from inside me, once more I felt them move through my body.
They replaced these ones with with another set. According to the Doctor, these ones acted like a microscopic blow torch.
The cables were fed through my body again.
The doctor told me that he has little control over the cables once their so far inside me, so I mustn't take any deep breaths or anything.
Doing so could apparently cause his aim to be off and kill the wrong spot, resulting in me needing a pacemaker.

Just as he began to allign the cables right, a nurse in behind him opened her mouth and released the sweetest, most innocent yawn. I wanted to plough her head through a wall.

I was rendered utterly helpless. A blow torch in my heart, breathing shallowly whilst I fought off yawning.
Considering the circumstances, luck would have it that the blow torch was turned on.
This completely destroyed any chance of me breathing, let alone yawning.

The pain wasn't terrible like the Doctor had warned me though. Instead, it was a very acute burning sensation. To say that it didn't phase me would be a lie. It hurt, but not to the point of rug munching, pillow biting, unbearable pain.
It was as if I could feel the 'blow torch' traverse across each little individual millimetre of the inside of my heart. For every second that it sat idle, I felt that part get hotter and hotter.

They did this for roughly 6-8 minutes (I was watching the progression timer of the operation).

"Done."

The Doctor announced.
They followed up with the tests from earlier to try to make my heart go into turbo mode again, but it was to no avail.
They'd killed the Super Hero inside me.

http://i153.photobucket.com/albums/s206/teh_Shane/station.jpg
My neat little set up next to my bed.

No idea why, but someone decided I was funny.

http://i153.photobucket.com/albums/s206/teh_Shane/lol-1.jpg

The time was now around 7pm, and I was taken to the Cardiology department to rest the night. All the nurses in there were cool. Cracking jokes about my heart been an overcharged battery and shit like that.
I was kinda exhausted from the entire ordeal, so I was constantly falling asleep/waking up.

http://i153.photobucket.com/albums/s206/teh_Shane/me.jpg
Me chillin' in my room.

At one point I awoke to a lady who'd attempted to pull the ECG cords from my chest, but couldn't manoeuvre around my blankets/limp body.
The moment I woke, she pulled them all at once, tearing the clips from my body with a grunt.
In what sounded like a russian or danish or something accent, she explained;

"Zee, violence iz ze answer, do not let people tell you otherwize"

She then marched off and I fell back asleep.

Next time I woke up, I began reading my book (remember - if you haven't already read this series, get it). I'd been reading for 20 minutes or so when I heard the most powerful passing of wind that I think i'll ever hear.

It really did echo.
No, it was not from me, but from a man that was 2 beds down. As he did this, he let out a shrill/depleted cry afterwards.

I really can't explain it. It was like a roar and a fart at once.
I sat in bed, wondering what his next move would be.
It just happened to be hammering the "I need attention" nurse button 15 times.
Two nurses approached, drew the curtains. One left immediately.
She came back with what I can only describe as a chair with a bucket attached underneath it.
Yeah, I'm sure you get what happened from there. Needless to say, it definitely woke me up and kept me awake for some time.


In the end, I fell asleep again.
I woke up this morning, realising that the nurses had forgotten to take out my valve thing, so I'd slept with it, tearing and tugging and prodding at it in my sleep.
There was a fair bit of blood on my arm, as well as some blood soaked sheets.

http://i153.photobucket.com/albums/s206/teh_Shane/myarm.jpg
(Took this just before. It's the arm that had the needle in it that I slept with)

Oh, picture of my groin;

http://i153.photobucket.com/albums/s206/teh_Shane/groin.jpg
(I don't think the yellow stuff is piss, I think it's a sterilising agent thing).

So yeah, now I'm back home. I can barely walk at the moment due to where the incision was made, but other than that I feel fine.
The End.
Bye.

[Quatters]

...

His or yours?

It's pretty obvious it was his fault.

[Lex]

It's pretty obvious it was his fault.

you're a terrible troll.

[Quatters]

you're a terrible troll.

Nintendo Thread.

Nintendo is for kids. Dur hur dur.

I should learn from you.

[FrozenSoul80]

- Nearly hung myself on a curtain drawstring. I'm too young to remember it, but apparently I had climbed out of my cot and was found by my dad dangling a few centimetres off the ground. I am very lucky my dad wasn't asleep or he never would have heard me.

- Nearly drowned when I was 11. I was swimming in my cousins pool, and we'd found some piece of plastic that looked like it was off the water pistols we had. I saw one at the bottom of the pool and dove down to get it. Turns out my brother had been trying to sink it to the bottom all day, so in a rage he jumps on my back forcing me under. My mother pulled him off (haha!) just as I couldn't hold my breath any longer.

-Again, nearly drowned, this time when I was 15. I was at one of the local pools which once had a diving board. As a result, the deep end was several metres deep. I decided it would be a good idea to try and swim all the way down there. I misjudged how long I could hold my breath and quickly ran out leaving me to claw through about seven metres of water to reach the surface. Seven metres is an epic distance when your lungs are bursting, I'm surprised I made it at all. There wasn't anyone else around, and I don't think I would have been noticed if I'd drowned. This scared me for life and I find it difficult to go swimming without freaking out.

Hmm, all of those involve running out of air. Maybe I should get some kind of emergency internal air supply.

[Second]

After a couple minutes of waiting, they began to make the incision. I can't even begin to bring myself to explain why, but the feeling (as much as it hurt) made me laugh. The doctor looked at me puzzled and asked if I was alright. I told him I was fine and tried to hold my tongue, but the pain was just making me laugh.
fluff it I thought. It was better than crying.I had the same laughter thing when I did some Bujinkan with Big Kev about a year ago. They'd do chokes on me and my only response was the laugh. Great fun.

(Assassins Quest by Robin Hobb, it's the 3rd of the trilogy and I recommend anyone who is interested in Medieval Fantasy to get these books, they're the greatest things in the history of anything and everything)
She's got a new book out, following up on the Dragons after the Liveship trilogy. \o\

[Lex]

Nintendo Thread.



I should learn from you.

...what?

[incompatible with life]

It's pretty obvious it was his fault.

At the risk of trolling, because going sideways is clearly responsible behaviour :rolleyes:

[Mike-Towns]

He said my heart is like a 'super highway' compared to the average street and due to the amount of electrodes flying about, occasionally they fluff up and go into an infinite loop (hence needing my heart restarted that time to stop it).


http://selectstartgames.files.wordpress.com/2009/06/infamous-1727.jpg

[Hotaru_oz]

I remember when I was 12 I nearly drowned during my class's swimming lessons down at office beach in Wallaroo. A kid decided to jump off the the cat walk and landed right on me, I managed to surface when he swam off next thing I know I was struck in the back of the head by something hard and sent under again. I was fine until the next day when I started getting light headed and suffering from migranes, the doctor reckons I had a concussion.

A few years back I blacked out in the middle of Anzac highway. I don't even remember crossing the road all I remember was this car beeping and brother shouting at me to get off the road.

Another time my friend and I were sandwiched between to cars right on the train tracks for some reason the driver in the car in front decided to stop and and yack on his phone leaving us trapped in the tracks. We yelled repeatedly for the ****wit to move but it was only when he heard the crossing signals that he decided to take off.