Congratulations on contributing ABSOLUTELY NOTHING to this thread except cattiness. Stick to the alcohol inspired posts - there's nothing like a lush typing out declarations of love to Homer Simpson.
and btw, you calling me a drunk dont mean shit anymore. you had ground before.. when i had a REAL problem. now u just need to get a life and move on. shine a mirror in yo own face.
Right...Because that post wasn't hateful or bitchy, right? Damn, it's such a good thing you're so fucking nice, like you keep saying. Wonder what you would be like if you weren't...?
about a month ago I almost bled to death. I had precancer cells removed from my cervix and apparantly they don't train the nurses that blood is bad. So dumb nurse sent me home as I was hemmoraging. I had blood clots the size of tennisballs. I ended up in the ER. Boy was my doctor pissed. they almost didn't get me under intime and stitched up. It was close. Very close.... scary
The closest to death I have been was the day after I gave birth to my twins in 2003. I had H.E.L.L.P. syndrome, which is a very serious condition that affects only 1 in 1,000,000 pregnancies and I had to be the lucky one to get it. I also had full-blown Toxemia. My doctor sat the family down for "the chat" and warned them that I was in an extremely critical condition. I had grand mal seizures and suffered a mild stroke as well. I fought like hell because there was no way that I was ready to go yet.
I bet that was scary, stupid nurse... It makes you wonder how the hell some of these people in the medical field get hired or graduate from college...
yup. I mean she straight asked me 'do you need a pad' and I was like yea so this is normal... even the clots.. "Oh yea perfectly normal" .... then of course in the ER my doc was balistic- "She WHAT...IT is NOT normal!" I hope she got fired. I really do.
i was born with a serious case of kidney disease so i pretty much spent the first years of my life in a hospital. i'm all good now though
i kind of thought about this question a bit differently... closest ive been to death was probably the fact that i was in port arthur days before the massacre there. doubt many non aussies would remember that...
yah, i do...wasn't that in Tazmania? when that bloke went fruit loops and went on a slaughter spree or summit? Been resucitated three times...so i guess i been dead three times...didn't see no birght light at the end of any tunnel (or any flames for that matter, thank fuck) so i guess i'll hang around and not do the dead thing again for a while....seems boring....
I almost drowned when I was 5 cause i jumped into the pool without my water wings... was in a bad car accident when a tonka truck ran a stop sign and crushed my car and if I wasnt buckled i would have been thrown out the car..but thats not really a near death, it was just luck...
yep thats the one. i happened to meet and talk to a few of the people who were killed too... pretty sad... husband and wife couple. and i actually saw the crazy bastard who did it - i only remember because it struck me that someone would have a surfboard on their car in the middle of winter. so naturally i had a look at the nutcase who was driving no white lights hey? flames arent so bad. kissing gods ass for eternity isnt my idea of a nice after-life
lol water wings. oh hey you reminded me i jumped in the pool as well when i was 5! or maybe even younger. that car accident sounds pretty hectic oh and i nearly choked to death on a piece of calamari. cant forget that one
yeah, i peed my pants when i saw the huge truck coming, im being serious choking would be beyond horrible...
I don't remember this, cause I was only 3 or 4, but my mother told me that we were at the pool, and she got to talking to this lady on the side of it. She wasn't paying attention, and just happens to look down, and there I am. Sitting at the bottom of the pool, bout 6 feet deep, just holding my breath and looking up at her. She obviously jumped in and grabbed me. When I was around 10 I choked on a piece of steak. My mom had to do the heimlich -sp?- on me. I remember when the steak came up it landed on the kitchen floor in front of me, and the dog walked by and ate it.