Getting a crouton stuck in my windpipe. Your body can and will try to take over when life is on the line. Fortunately, I could still breathe a little and I had to wait for saliva to dissolve it. A scary 15 mins or so of small breathes.
Do you mean times in which I made a lucky mistake that avoided me running into a fatal issue, or times in which I was in a fatal issue that didn’t finish me off?
Most of them are dog attacks or almost-dog attacks. Nobody seems to know how to keep a dog on a leash. I was attacked by one while strolling and couldn’t escape and another time narrowly avoided another one. Me and dogs don’t seem to get along except for my own.
I was at a lagoon/pool trying to traverse across when something distracted me enough that I fell in the deep area and started drowning because I can’t swim. The person who should’ve helped was distracted and so a family member stepped in at the last minute. Same fate almost happened to me due to some very sinky mud.
I narrowly avoided being crushed under a burning foundation by not being around for a lot longer.
I was at a psych ward for reasons I would rather not mention here, and psych ward visitors have a tendency to do something hostile and end up getting a room faster. There was an uproar that broke out because one of the patients was the son of one of the nurses, and someone else felt jealous that a patient had come in with love and support built-in into the visit, and the jealous person started threatening people, and I guess I avoided that by not really minding I was being threatened, so he (the one threatening everyone) decided to assault me, in the NSFW way.
Bunch of failed suicides, an accident in a school swimming pool, and the time my neighbour accidentally diverted a fuck tonne of carbon monoxide fumes into my house. All the times I’ve been close to death don’t make for particularly interesting reading.
How about a brush with serious injury instead?
1st year of uni. I’m in the labs for the first time and I am hyped to do some microbiological analysis. We were given a bunch of techniques to try and I’d decided to start by doing gram staining and then observing a slide. Most of my class mates had less experience on the microscopes than me and I was feeling great about how quickly I’d calibrated everything. Cocky enough that I hadn’t noticed just how coated in immersion oil my gloves were, until my hand accidentally passed through a Bunsen burner and went up in flames.
Thankfully I’d picked a bench close to the sinks and was able to wrap some damp towels around the hand quickly to try to smother the flame before I got seriously burnt. But the scars on my hand are a reminder to me to be aware of my surroundings in the lab at all times.
Bunch of failed suicides
I sincerely hope your life is now better than it was before, and that your state of mental health is improved.
I have this hazy, memory from when I was about 8. I was exploring a peat bog, which was fun because everything was soft and squishy and I could just run around. I saw some weird looking bushes, and decided to go check them out. But, as I ran up, it turned out there were growing over this sort of wet hole, where maybe there was a spring or something. I suddenly fell about 8 feet, and was in this mud pit slowly sinking. Luckily, I managed to grab some of those bushes I’d seen, and pull myself out. But it was very hard, because the mud was pulling me down like quicksand. Eventually, I crawled back out on the bog, covered in mud.
Nobody I was with remembers this, and honestly it might not be real. Childhood experiences are super weird.
A few years back I woke up with some minor pain in my pp, assuming it was just a UTI that’d pass on its own I let it go for around a week until it was unbearable, and I ended up leaking blood every time I went to pee. Finally went to the hospital and it turns out I had E. Coli in my weenie. The infection had spread to my bladder, and up into my ureter. Doc said if I’d let it go another day it would have hit my kidneys where it could have become a full blown systemic infection, which likely would have killed me.
If your bits hurt, go to the doctor.
