In over 50 years my worst physical injury was a slightly sprained ankle (knock on wood). I truly felt I was close to dying though, when I was held up. The gunman had me in a headlock with the gun to my temple, yelling and growing more and more frustrated realizing there was no money in the registers and I could not access the safe. I found real religion in those moments and calmly convinced him to go ahead and take the scratch off lottery tickets. He shoved me into the backroom, grabbed the tickets and ran. A few days later, he was arrested when his mother tried to cash in the tickets. Too stupid to realize the serial numbers could be traced.
Many decades ago, I was working for a BNT that had imported this beautiful, talented colt.
Had already ridden him five times and the trainer sent another horse and myself on the colt for a quick hack thru the forest, while he stood in the middle and called out.
The horse in front started cantering and so I did my colt after him.
We were making turns around the widely spaced trees.
One of those serpentines, I found myself with one rein in each hand, each with half the snaffle, all what was holding the bridle on the colt's head the headstall on his poll, the snaffle had snapped in two.
That was an old snaffle, that had gone to the olympics 20+ years ago with him, the BNT figured later, so probably was cracked now for long time.
We were still cantering and I didn't have a way to control the colt, that gangly and not very coordinated yet with a rider, speeded up trying to catch with the other horse, while I was trying to gain some control with what I had left of the bridle, very ineffective.
I yelled to the trainer I was bailing out, he yelled back "no, stay with him!" and that is the last I remember.
They tell me the colt cantered around one more tree and missed, hitting it.
I remember waking up on the ground, making odd noises, looking over and my arm was laying there at a funny angle.
I reached over and straighten it up and fainted again.
Came back to just as the trainer got there, got up, my shoulder was dislocated, went to the hospital, that put a sling on it and life continued.
In those days, there was not that much known about head trauma and no one spoke of it, but I am sure I had a concussion.
I was not wearing a helmet, no one did other than jumping.
That one was my only serious horse accident from a life with horses, so feel lucky, especially after hearing what others here are telling.
2 Christmas Eves ago...woke up fine, 20 mins later was riding in an ambulance. I was completely septic from some unknown infection. Doctor said I probably had less than 24 hrs. Scared the beejesus out of hubby. Then I ended up having an allergic reaction to one of the antibitics they gave me. I was down to my last dose when I broke out in severe hives. They told me to take the last pill, but don't be alone. I spent the day camped out on my parent's couch "just in case".
You know you're near death when 4 firemen are standing over your completely naked body & you could care less!!! God Bless hubby, he didn't even think to dress me or at least toss a blanket on me
But I would probably consider being t-boned by an 18 wheeler towards the top of my list. I walked away...
A few horse related injuries of course. One of my favorites being when I was rounding up a herd and running through a forest. I wanted to take the path one way around the tree, horse wanted to go the opposite way. We compromised.
At a gallop.
And it hurt. A lot. And I had a marvelous concussion and I am grateful that is all that happened. The horse even stayed with me...
Had my appendix burst when I was a kid. My poor mother took me to the ER and the doctor gave my mother pain relievers and instructed her to give them to me every 4 hours. Yup, that worked. . When I kept asking for my mother, while my mother was holding my hand, she decided to take me into Children's Hospital in Boston. Within 30 mins I was on the operating table. Stayed in a medical coma for 10 days, had all brand new blood coursing through my veins and drains everywhere. Stayed in the hospital for weeks. Had to have drains in for a good six months while wearing a corset. Guess I was quite septic and would not have lived more than a couple of hours if my Mumzy didn't bring me in.. Thanks Mom! Stupid first ER doctor!
Sounds like my DH. He "had the flu" and was being treated by the pediatrician. His Dad was in the Navy, on cruise and had just gotten leave and traveled to see the kids and he went into the room and said flu?? this kid is dying, grabbed him off and went to the military hospital where my DH got to spend the better part of the month of December. He claims that his appendix had burst and healed over, then burst again. they were pulling out drains an inch at a time for what seemed like eternity. He got to watch other kids come in for routine appendix removals and leave again.
My husband rolled his car 3 times when he was 16. Yep....he was speeding (going 100 mph with Janet Jackson blared on the radio) and got too close to the berm on the side of the road.
He said when he was airborn, everything was in slow motion. He was wearing a seatbelt, and he says as the car was flipping, he felt the arms of his deceased grandfather wrap around him and tell him it would be ok. He was his grandpa's only grandchild, and grandpa was Illinois' first motorcycle state patrolman.
After the car came to rest, he was trapped. An off duty fireman found him first. They used the jaws of life to get him out. He didn't have feeling in his legs for a few days after. Fortunately, once the swelling went down, he was fine.
My daughter has had a rough go. Hospitalized as a result of her type 1 diabetes, had a bad flu which caused her blood sugars to go dangerously high. She was also in a school bus crash in which the little girl sitting beside her died, they had switched seats just before the crash, because the other girl wanted the window. This past March, while walking home from a ST Patty's day party, my daughters best friend was hit and killed by a drunk driver. It could have been any one of the group of five walking, my daughter was spared but has had to deal with the trauma of that night.
I had a bad fall off of my horse, she reared and flipped, landing on me. My helmet was crushed, I ended up with multiple facial lacerations, broken ribs, and severe vertigo from the concussion. That helmet saved my life.
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― Anna Sewell
Mine wasn't dramatic at all. I had CABG (by-pass) surgery. Except for a stroke coming off the heart/lung machine, which is common, it went fine.
Then the infection in the wound came. After the debridement surgery, which involved 3 days in a drug induced coma-like state and flap surgery to close the gapping hole left by removal of my sternum I was still left with the infection. MRSA.
Although I never came "close" to dying...no dramatic bedside vigils, the odds were not in my favor. I spent the next 7 months on various antibiotics including a month of daily i.v. antibiotics given at home by my husband. THAT was scary!!
When they stopped the antibiotics, I lived in fear that one itsey-bitsey bug could still be in there and flare up. But apparently not.
I turned to my faith...that what would be would be. I had a long time to think about it. My biggest fear was how hurt my family would be. I'm not great but they like having me around. And my daughter and I have been horse buddies since she was 7.
But! Here I am, eight years later...riding, running and pretty darned happy!
Well I don't remember this but I guess I was pretty sick when I was a baby with the German Measles and ended up in the hospital with seizures and jaundice and my mom tells me that she thought I was going to die.
My other experience which could have occurred was when I was just shy of 18 and getting ready to graduate from high school. I was in a car with my best friend driving and one of our guy friends. I was originally in the back seat when I told our guy friend that I wanted to sit in the front so we traded places. Not five minutes later we were stopped at a light at a four way intersection waiting to make a left turn. I remember my friend saying something and then I remember the world going around and then waking up with the car facing in the completely opposite direction and it had travelled all the way across the intersection.
We had been rear ended by a drunk driver. They had to use the jaws of life to get our friend out of the back seat. The fireman later told us had I still been in the back seat of the car I would have been killed because I was a skinny thing at the time and our male friend was rather heavy set which apparently worked to save his life.
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Standardbreds, so much more then a harness racing horse.
I had a Morgan mare that had been pretty severely abused, but she'd come around to me for the most part after a few years. She still had a lot of quirks though and was REALLY high strung. One of her things is that she was nearly impossible to catch in the field, but she would let you reach over the gate and clip a lead rope on her. One day when I was about 19, I was at the barn by myself and was bringing the horses in to feed. I always brought her last because then she would stand right by the gate to get led in. I reached through the gate, clipped her rope on her, and BAM something majorally spooked her. Her reaction somehow caused the rope to flip up and around my neck and then she set back hard, pinning me against the gate. I couldn't breathe at all and no one was anywhere around at all. For some reason, just as I could feel myself start to pass out, she gave in and stepped forward and the rope slacked. I had horrible rope burn around my neck and felt like I had been stretched on a rack. To this day I have no idea why she gave in and relaxed but I am more than thankful for it.
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Wow! Some of you have had some dramatic illnesses and accidents!
I guess my first brush with death was when I was being born. Had the umbilical wrapped three times around my neck! Must have done some impressive pre-natal gymnastics but none since arrival.
My horse accidents have been pretty garden-variety. Badly broken arm and concussion from being bucked off. No helmet - I'm so old they werent widely available then. Also later broke nose and sprained ankle and the usual bad bruises and scrapes (bruised ribs HURT!)
My other close encounter was when I had surgery for fibroids. Had really bad pain and had gotten to needing narcotics. Gyn didnt know quite why, but said sometimes fibroids are just in a bad spots and I could have a hysterectormy if I wanted. He first gave me a date for three months later and I called back and told him I needed it sooner.
Good thing. I felt better after surgery but at my two week checkup, I could see my gyn was concerned. He told me they just got the pathology back that morning (it had been sent to specialists out of state for verification) and they found leiomyosarcoma - a smooth muscle cancer. They would schedule an oncologist appointment and CAT scan to see if it had spread. Of course I did research and found that the overall five year survival rate at that time was 10%. If it hadnt spread, that improved to 50% That was a difficult time for me going through appointments and waiting for results.
Good news was that it hadnt spread and, for other reasons, the gyn had done the right kind of surgery and removed everything without cutting into it. And now I am over seven years out with no recurrance!
In some beliefs these are called "checkout points" where based on your karmic position and your in the moment decisions you can either stay, or go.
1. Fell off a 16h horse helmet less onto my noggin at 16 months old (thanks mom)
2. At 16 I was at a river in the woods after dark with a few friends, being teenagers. We could see the road and the bridge from our vantage point, but were pretty nestled in the thicket. We heard 3 gun shots close by, and then a girl scream from a car as it drove over the bridge and proceeded to park right next to my car! No one exited the car for a few minutes, then two big dudes exited, went to the bank of the river, and then back to their car and peeled out. We legit thought if they found us they'd kill us too.
3. At 18 I was walking to the subway on my route to college. It was October 23rd. Waiting on the curb with a bunch of business types, the light turned green, the walk sign went on, and as I stepped off the curb to cross I remember hearing mumbling. Then WHAM! I get hit by a bus running the red light. He had clipped my whole left side which spun me like a top before I fell. He stopped, asked if I was alright. I said "um, I think so" and the a-hole sped off. I was able to walk, so my stupid teenaged self went to class! My leg doubled in size. One more step and I'm certain I would've been street pizza.
11 years old with an unbroke horse, thinking I was all that and a bag of chips as far as training. Put a curb bit with no chain (to be nicer to him ) on, slippery junk english saddle I had at the time, and mounted. I think he was ok-ish until I used my hands on the reins. He we straight UP and, since we were standing on an incline facing up, he went OVER.
Somehow, my dumb self managed to kick away from him just enough to only get my left ankle trapped under him. (still have a scar)
He was knocked silly for an hour, while I freaked out thinking I'd killed him, internal injuries, etc.....
He was fine (as far as I knew) when he finally got up, but I was scared to get back on ANY horse for a very long time...
Serves my dumb a$$ right...
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I almost drowned in a river when we got caught out on some rocks when they opened the dam upriver. We tried swimming downstream to make the shore which turned out to be way farther than it looked. The water was so cold all I could finally do was float on my back, and I started sinking. The next thing I knew there was a kayaker beside me, and he towed me in. That guy saved my life and I wish I could thank him.
On I-81 in VA, coming home from college, a tractor trailer tire came off, bounced down the road, and hit my small car. I spun out, doing about 65, in heavy traffic, my car started to flip and it was like I willed it to stay down. I was looking backward the way I'd come and thought, "Well, I'm dead." I ended up against the guardrail, facing the wrong way. No one hit me head on, and I don't know how they missed me. I had to drive the rest of the way home, and I don't remember any of it except bursting into tears when I finally saw my dad.
The past two years, the pain from my nerve damage almost killed me. I lost about 30 pounds and I was already thin. I turned gray and was pretty nonfunctional, but I'd drive to work anyway hoping I'd get killed on the Beltway. I'd get to work and just turn on autopilot, and try to make it through the day. It was bad. My friends joked that I was "The Walking Dead". I finally ended up in the hospital. The first of many more stays. They kept me there 4 days one time.
There's probably more. LOL
ETA, oh yeah and there was a slab of ice that came off a box truck that crushed my car while I was sitting at a light. That was a pretty close call too.
I had chicken pox as a toddler. My mom kept giving my those really yummy orange flavored baby aspirin...remember those? Well, unbeknownst to my mom (though, I was her 4th child, so I'm not sure that she didn't know this), but you weren't supposed to give aspirin to a child with chicken pox. Anyhow...they thought I had Reye's Syndrome.
My mom had to drive me to Children's Hospital (in Columbus, OH...an hour away from our hometown). My Aunt Barb held me in her lap and said she had to keep slapping and pinching my cheeks to keep me awake. I was in a stupor, and they were afraid that if they didn't keep me awake, I would eventually go into a coma.
Fortunately, I have no memories of any of this and I came out the other end ok. I'll have to ask mom how long I had to stay at Children's Hospital and what they did with me while there.
The way my mom tells the story, it was no big thing. But to hear my Aunt Barb tell it (and she's a nurse), it was the most horrifying thing in the world.
I have one. I was 8 months pregnant with my daughter. We were in New York for a wedding. Started having horrific stomach pains...but not labor pains. My husband was picking up his family from the airport so I had to wake his aunt and uncle. I thought I was dying. Asked them to call an ambulance.
While waiting for the ambulance I laid on their kitchen floor expelling grossness from both ends (second time I had ever met these people.) Ambulance came, took me to ER. I wasn't in labor. They did tons of test. Worst pain of my life.
At 5 pm that night pain went from like a 8 to an 11. Nurse came to check on me....couldn't find my daughter's heartbeat. They wheeled me just like in the movies for an emergency c-section. After the c-section they did a bit of an exploratory looking around. My husband was there. Said the smell was horrific...like a decaying body.
All of a sudden the doctors became really animated....phoning for another surgeon....more nurses, etc. Escorted DH out of the OR. Turns out I had gangrene in my intestines. Scar tissue from a previous surgery had wrapped around my intestines, killing about 18 inches of small intestine. They did a bowel resection on the spot.
I woke up in ICU with incisions from hip to hip as well as from my bra line to the top of my pubic bone area. It was bad. I was in ICU for 8 days. Didn't get to hold my baby till she was 10 days old.
The doctors told me that if my daughter's heart rate hadn't dropped and they hadn't done the c-section that my intestines would have ruptured within 24 hours, and I would have been septic. Both my daughter and I would have been lost.
I was born right after WWII and there were no antibiotics around then yet, other than some for soldiers.
That winter I was two, it seems many infants were sick with pneumonia and I came down also and sick enough to be taken to the hospital.
Well, most kids were dying and the hospital just got the first shipment of this new, wonder drug, penicillin, that they wanted to try and my father told them go ahead, there was not much else to do.
Guess it worked, I am still here.
According to my father, I would not have made it without it.
Nothing like being in the right place at the right time.
Jeez petstore, don't leave us hanging. Was there a body? And nobody got the bus number? That guy needed to lose his license before somebody else was hurt.
We stayed hidden for a good half hour after they drove off. *I* didn't see a body, but we were more concerned with not ending up with the same fate that we really weren't concerned with becoming crime fighters. I felt like I was a probable victim in a Jason movie or something.
The bus incident really pissed me off. There were street vendors on the opposite side of the street that I talked to on my way back from class to see if anyone had visually witnessed it. They only remembered hearing it. When my parents investigated suing the city, they discovered the city buses hit on average 3 people a week! Since I didn't rack up some five figure hospital bill, my parents didn't want to go suing a city that is THAT prepared to defend itself. My left leg can still have trouble neurologically doing what I want it to do in the saddle. I walk and run fine, but those fine motor skills are more evolved on my right side.