Most Dangerous Situation?

cloudy said:
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.


Cloudy, while your accident was clearly worse than mine (I mean injury wise, not car damage), I understand what you mean by someone watching out for you. When I was pulled out of my totaled car and loaded into the ambulance, I remember looking up at the sky and whispering "thank you" over and over until the doors closed.
 
vella_ms said:
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.

What a nightmare, times three! :eek:

Vella, you actually felt the doctors cutting you open? Why didn't they check thoroughly to make sure that you were under?
 
SEVERUSMAX said:
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. :rolleyes:

That's terrible, Sev. But what business did you have taking thyroid pills at 5 years old?
 
Aurora Black said:
That's terrible, Sev. But what business did you have taking thyroid pills at 5 years old?

I have taken them since I was 6 weeks old, when they discovered that I have hypothyroidism. (And no, I'm not fat as a result of it.)
 
BlackShanglan said:
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


Thank god for horses! Not only are they strong and gorgeous animals, they also deter pedophiles! :D
 
cloudy said:
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.

*rubs hands together* Time to make boots! :p
 
Smooches and hugs to all who have recounted spine-chilling episodes. My heart goes out to you all.

Liar's sounds like a scene in a movie - hey, why don't you make it a story?

"The person who saved me with mouth-to-mouth checked up in the hospital a couple days latter, and in our converation mentioned writing for this erotica site. I had the computer up, and asked to see one of the stories. I started reading, gulped, looked up, and saw excitement in the author's eyes . . . "

My wimpy little near death story seems pretty insignificant next to some of yours. I didn't almost die, but understood as it was happening that I could have. I was playing in a small rapids in a not hugely powerful river, sliding down a chute like an otter, and ended up underwater with the current pressing me down. It was not so strong that I couldn't break free, but I appreciated as it was happening that in a slightly more powerful stream I would have been helpless . . .
 
Belegon said:
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 :heart: firefighters.


I :heart: them too. ;)

I HATE snakes! I don't like to use such a strong word for anything, but I just hate them.
 
eric shawn listo said:
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.

God damn it! Those things should be outlawed while driving in a big way. I'm glad that you and your son are okay, Eric. That was a close call.
 
zeb1094 said:
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.


Yikes, Zeb. Were you born on Friday the 13, by any chance? I'm just joking. Glad that you're among the living. ;)
 
SEVERUSMAX said:
I have taken them since I was 6 weeks old, when they discovered that I have hypothyroidism. (And no, I'm not fat as a result of it.)

I didn't think that.
 
Aurora Black said:
I didn't think that.

Well, thank you for NOT presuming that, my dear lady. It's an unfortunately common assumption about people with my disease.
 
Aurora Black said:
Yikes, Zeb. Were you born on Friday the 13, by any chance? I'm just joking. Glad that you're among the living. ;)
No it was a Monday, the 29th of Jan. @ 7:01 am, kept the night shift overtime. :D
 
Roxanne Appleby said:
Smooches and hugs to all who have recounted spine-chilling episodes. My heart goes out to you all.

Liar's sounds like a scene in a movie - hey, why don't you make it a story?

"The person who saved me with mouth-to-mouth checked up in the hospital a couple days latter, and in our converation mentioned writing for this erotica site. I had the computer up, and asked to see one of the stories. I started reading, gulped, looked up, and saw excitement in the author's eyes . . . "

My wimpy little near death story seems pretty insignificant next to some of yours. I didn't almost die, but understood as it was happening that I could have. I was playing in a small rapids in a not hugely powerful river, sliding down a chute like an otter, and ended up underwater with the current pressing me down. It was not so strong that I couldn't break free, but I appreciated as it was happening that in a slightly more powerful stream I would have been helpless . . .

Were you alone at the time? Whenever I go swimming in the open sea, I always practice the buddy system in case something goes wrong.
 
I dated a cop about a year before I got married. One night, about a month after getting an abused white shepherd who became my baby, I was home alone. He was at work. I heard the front door of our house open and someone come in. Daisy, the shepherd, went absolutely nuts, started barking and growling and I heard footsteps run back through the house and out the front door.

I called my boyfriend who happened to be at the station at the time. They came lights and sirens to the house. Two blocks away was a man who my boyfriend had arrested for drug possession, he was out on bail. He had a knife, huge hunting knife that he had planned to use to torture, rape and kill me with.

I thank God for that dog everyday.
 
SEVERUSMAX said:
Well, thank you for NOT presuming that, my dear lady. It's an unfortunately common assumption about people with my disease.

I'm not like most people. ;)
 
After reading all of your situations, mine seem very tame! I'm a lucky man!!

My close calls have all been on two wheels, once at 16, hit a very large dog going about 60 mph on a gravel road. Ended up escaping with a bunch of road rash after a long slide.

Next time was on a race track, tried a corner a bit fast, dropped the bike at around 130 mph... very very long slide on hind quarters. Nothing broken, but scared the heck outta a photographer working the corner. And he never sent me a PHOTO!!

Now I ride a bicycle on the roads... way more dangerous than racing!! LOL
 
zeb1094 said:
No it was a Monday, the 29th of Jan. @ 7:01 am, kept the night shift overtime. :D
Hey Zeb, loved the story. You are hysterical. And the av rules, nothing better than the bunny.
 
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