Your Near Death Experience

[Ms.FuzzyButts]

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I gasped when I read that!! I am terrified of planes. Not the site of them thank goodness since I live near an airport. Just the thoughts of getting on one. Hubby says I am more likely to die in the car than on a plane. But I quickly remind him that if my car engine stalls, I coast to a stop. In a plane I have several thousand feet to know the end is near. Nor, are there ever going to be any terrorists sitting passenger in my car! Geeze!!

 

[silkiechick05]

I read all of this thread. It is amazing what you can live through.

 

[silkiechick05]

Anyone else live through something miraculous?

 

[Buster52]

Full cardiac arrest in 2003. Gone for several minutes. Lost me twice more on the way to emergency. If it hadn't been for my wife and an off duty fireman performing CPR until the ambulance showed up to jump start me, it would not have been near death. They and my cardiologist saved my life.

I didn't see anything on the other side.

Minimal brain damage.

 

[StupidBird]

Hmm, what to choose?
A few years back I was stopped at a busy light to make a left turn, waiting for the arrow signal. Spaced out, missed that it turned green until the guy behind me honked. Just as I started to gas it, a ginormous Walmart freight truck blasts through from the left, blowing through his red light - a very stale red light - smoking tires but still couldn't even stop until well through the intersection (then the truck sped up again and took off). I sat there in shock, looking at the guy who honked at me in my rearview mirror. He looked pretty bug eyed too. (please note in the time following this, I have witness another Walmart freighter blasting through a red light in just the same way. I now keep a heluva distance between me and anything to do with Walmart).
Being attacked by a dog from a nasty pack on the way to school when I was in 3rd grade (or was 3rd grade the near drowning? maybe first grade). I just managed to knock it slightly off course from my throat to my face - thank God for Dr Sharpes, the plastic surgeon the ER called in, and the poor mother who heard my moans and hauled me into her place to call for help.

Anaphylactic Shock. Multiple times. Finally learned that the epi pen doesn't hurt even when I do it myself. (shudders at the memories)
I guess some of us keep things lively!

 

[Chicken Fruit]

I have almost died a few times. Each time it was due to doctors and their insistence of my need for "preventative medicine".

The worst case though was when I was five.

In the 80's it was routine for all kids to receive a live HiB vaccine against bacterial meningitis, among other things. Because at the time, of the 100 million children in the nation .01% were dying of said infection. It was pandemic I am sure. It effects children under 5, we still give the vaccine to our children, except it is not longer a live vaccine.

Anyhoo, long about 5 years old my doctor insisted that I required the vaccine to start school, and as I had never had it before and my mother wanted to see to it I was able to attend that fall and I got the shot. I was too old for starters, and this vaccine was under a voluntary recall by physicians for another. The results were not good.

I got bacterial meningitis, and suffered with the full on symptoms for over a week- each call to the doctor my mom was assured it was nothing and under no circumstances should she take me to another doctor, but to bring me in in a few days for a routine follow up. Thankfully my aunt and uncle came over to visit and recognized that my body was failing and insisted on taking me to Children's Hospital, where I went on to languish and nearly die for 10 more days.

There is no medical reason I should be alive. The infection was not responding to antibiotics, my hip joint was completely eaten away and septic, the resulting sepsis was dangerously close to permeating my blood stream.... The doctors eventually told my parents they didnt know what to do. But, some family prayed for me and a few hours later without any reason my white blood cell count raised, the infection ceased to spread, and within a couple days I was without any infection, sepsis, or lingering effects on my organs or heart, or even on my rotten hip which was scheduled to be replaced if I did happen to survive. I was left however, for the next three years, with repeated cases of strep throat which each time was borderline rhumatic fever, because the intense use of antibiotics to save my life left me with no functional immune response, and each infection I got was able to set in so deep that every other week I was nearly ruined by fever.

Needless to say I am NOT a fan of medicine. Thats only one story of many. Doctors are pretty much useless most of the time in my book.

 

[Highlander]

I was around 8 years old and my sister was about 10. Her friend came round to our house to play one day and my Mum sent us all outside to the front garden as it was dry. It was quite cool though and we protested but she sent us out anyway. About 15 minutes later my Dad took pity on us and sneaked us in the house without Mum knowing and made us promise to be quiet so he didn't get into trouble! lol. The next thing we knew there was a huge noise and we looked out the upstairs window and saw flames as high as the house. A drunken idiot driving an oil tanker had lost control of the vehicle and crashed into our garden, then exploded right in the spot where we were playing not 5 minutes previously. We thought it was pretty cool because we were on the local news and in the papers that night. Needless to say, my Dad didn't get into trouble.