Closest you ever came to dying

Drunken water skiing accident at the cottage in grade 12.
 
When i had a gun to my head being robbed. Not very fun at all.
 
i threw up on the wheel while drunk one weekend, and my truck merged two lanes before hitting a fence. if i had thrown up five seconds after i did, i would have either hit a car, or i would have gone about sixty feet over a cliff.

i swear i could not sleep for at least the next month after that incident. i couldn't get over the fact that i was that close to not being here. for anyone who has had an experience like that, i almost couldn't believe that i didn't die. it was almost like i did die, but i didn't know it. anyone ever felt that way?

Yep, almost died a couple times, and sometimes I feel like I did die, or was supposed to die.


Told these before in a similar thread but oh well.Was deathly ill as a small child, 4 or 5, and almost died in the hospital. Remember staring up at bright lights while doctors and nurses yelled orders like on ER, and feeling myself slowly fade away. I knew I was dying and it felt peaceful. Woke up alone incredibly weak and disoriented what felt like years later.


Had six cops pull guns on me, and I was briefly certain that was it. Was in a bad car accident, felt time slooooow down at impact but only broke my leg. Couple suicide attempts in my younger days, but I didn't know what I was doing.
 
both occasions taking too many different class a drugs in the same night.

Mixing coke, e's and ketamin
 
I was passenger to an extremely drunk driver while being extremely drunk myself.
We'd both thrown up and here we were driving over 60miles home at speeds reaching 70mph at 3 in the morning. Driver was repeatedly falling asleep at the wheel. I remember i'd be drifting off, look up and see the car drifting towards the center barriers and have to wake him up. On numerous occasions I had to quickly grab the wheel to stop us crashing.

How nobody was seriously hurt or killed, is to me in hindsight, an absolute miracle.
 
A couple of guns to my head when being robbed in a porn store that I used to work in.
 
It's a toss up between being shot at, and fucking a fat chick who hadn't showered in two days...god I wish that bullet got me.
 
I had cerebral meningitis, so they said anyway, when I was almost 2. Was in a coma for a week.

Was just walking in to my dealer's apartment building when guns started firing. Me and my buddy got back in my car and got the fuck out of there. My dealer was shot and killed that day. I think if I would have showed up a little earlier I might have been in his house when he was killed and shot along with him. Seems likely anyway.

Was with 2 buddies. 1 was driving way too fast for the roads we were on but we were young and invulnerable. He hit a patch of sand which caused the car to oversteer into a tree. I remember seeing the speedometer last at 70mph and then I was in the dark. We hit the tree and I guess I ran from the car because I was down the street around the curve and there were no lights. My friends were yelling for me so I just followed their voices. Here's the thing: I wasn't wearing my seat belt, never did at that point, and my buddy in the back was. Airbag saved me but we always called for shotgun and I just happened to say it first that day. Good thing.

There are some more I'm forgetting. I've done a lot of dumb shit.
 
The driver in my previous story had a closer call when he hit a ditch on a corner & spun out across the road towards a 50ft cliff. He spun through the road and an old farmers fence before hitting a tree 2 car lengths from the cliff edge.
He got out and saw that the tree he’d hit was the only tree on that corner.
He was shaken up badly after that.
 
I had cerebral meningitis, so they said anyway, when I was almost 2. Was in a coma for a week.

Was just walking in to my dealer's apartment building when guns started firing. Me and my buddy got back in my car and got the fuck out of there. My dealer was shot and killed that day. I think if I would have showed up a little earlier I might have been in his house when he was killed and shot along with him. Seems likely anyway.

Was with 2 buddies. 1 was driving way too fast for the roads we were on but we were young and invulnerable. He hit a patch of sand which caused the car to oversteer into a tree. I remember seeing the speedometer last at 70mph and then I was in the dark. We hit the tree and I guess I ran from the car because I was down the street around the curve and there were no lights. My friends were yelling for me so I just followed their voices. Here's the thing: I wasn't wearing my seat belt, never did at that point, and my buddy in the back was. Airbag saved me but we always called for shotgun and I just happened to say it first that day. Good thing.

There are some more I'm forgetting. I've done a lot of dumb shit.

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i swear i could not sleep for at least the next month after that incident. i couldn't get over the fact that i was that close to not being here. for anyone who has had an experience like that, i almost couldn't believe that i didn't die. it was almost like i did die, but i didn't know it. anyone ever felt that way?

Yup. I have been in a serious car crash. I rolled the car 4 times on the highway before rolling into a ditch.

I think back on it, and I look at pictures from the wreck, and a part of me wonders if that version of me died in the accident, and my consciousness is continuing on in an alternate reality.

It's bizarre, because I want to test that theory, but not enough to actually try it.
 
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i got a staph infection last year this time that they kept diagnosing wrong and telling me it was sciatica. after the 4th trip to the e.r, the doctor said i could have died in another 24 hours or so. they drained almost a 2 liter bottles worth of abscess out of my hip. i think i posted the pic last year
 
I answer this question in two parts: 1) Time I was aware of what was happening and 2) Times where I probably put myself at enormous risk, but didn't realize it

1) I went to the hospital after vomiting fresh blood, and it turned out I had developed stomach ulcers from chronic use of advil (I had joint problems from weight lifting, and would routinely pop 2 extra strength prior to working out - I did this for close to a year before I had any issues). During the surgery to repair the bleeding ulcers, the lining of my stomach ruptured and I began to bleed out on the table. To make matters worse, I'm a hemopheliac, so any bleeding, much less one that was so severe, poses a risk.

I was told by the doctors after that they had difficulty keeping my vitals stable, and at one point, medical staff went out to tell my mom that I may not make it.

Long story short, I was intensive care for 6 days, and received tons of blood product and clotting agents. It was strange though, I felt fine while in the hospital and asked to be discharged, but doctors said that if I started bleeding again while at home, I would probably die.

2) I have taken an enormous amount of sleeping medication/sedatives due to chronic insomnia, in quantities that I'm pretty sure would kill most people. I have combined 40mg of zopiclone with a packet of OTC sleeping pills (a gram of Diphenhydramine) and a bottle of Nyquil. I have also taken 300mg of codeine at a time, and once combined Seroquil with 40mg of Oxy. Beyond feeling a bit drowsy the next day, there were no ill effects, but it definitely wasn't the safest thing to do.
 
Saw Tracy McGrady wearing this suit and almost died laughing.

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bwahahaha. is that real? or shooped?
 
Some dude in Tejas almost ran me over in his pick up truck.
 
Hit by a car doing 70-80km/hr. Two months in hospital, 6 months with four pins and external fixator on right leg, two years with a cast on right leg, and several knarly scars.
Injuries included:

Shattered right tibia and fibula
Shattered left elbow
Three broken ribs
Ruptured Spleen
Collapsed left lung
Cracked skull and bruised brain
 
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