Near death experiences.

@very-rusty said
For sure if it is something you'd sooner not say this isn't the place to say it or it will be thrown back at you 15 years from now! 🙂 You can always tell people you trust by a P.M., although this may be a good time for my story where an unknown entity is involved.

-VR

@suzianne said
And those people then use it over and over and over again to insinuate that they are somehow better because their lives are boring AF.

In 1978, my family and I were scooting along at a reasonable clip on a Yugoslavian road when a blowout in the front right-hand tyre broke the axle and cause our cheap and cheerful British Leyland car to swerve off the road and roll over and over again before eventually coming to a halt. We all walked away with hardly a scratch. We found the car to be about 5 metres away from a 100 metre drop into a kind of ravine. My two sisters and I recently recorded our memories of this event [for one of my radio programmes] and the three accounts were really quite different in several key ways. My sisters were 20 and 8 at the time.

When I was about eighteen I remember being in a group of four in an old mini with tents and such like going down to the New Forest. I was half asleep in the front passenger seat when we took a bend way too fast. It was steep banked up grass verge to a hedge and as we drove up the verge the car went on to two wheels. It seemed to last a long time at that moment where it was deciding to either go over or drop back down again. It landed back on its wheels and we drove away without apparent damage. Once again completely calm and detached throughout. The only trauma was listening to his girlfriend (now his wife so hope she never takes up chess) discussing his driving style for some miles later.

I had a ticket for a flight from Ambon to Sorong [in Indonesia, it was actually Yogyakarta > Surabaya > Ujung Pandang > Ambon > Sorong] on 1st July 1993. At the very last moment, I changed my booking to the next day because I wanted to attend a wedding in Yogyakarta, where I had been on holiday. That flight on the 1st July 1993 crashed into the sea about 100 metres short of the runway at Sorong killing everyone on board apart from a baby and a very elderly man.

@suzianne said
You have supported people in these same forums who hear someone's story and then call them a liar. And those people then use it over and over and over again to insinuate that they are somehow better because their lives are boring AF.

So spare us your condescension.

Please note that I did not say condensation.

@fmf said
I had a ticket for a flight from Ambon to Sorong [in Indonesia, it was actually Yogyakarta > Surabaya > Ujung Pandang > Ambon > Sorong] on 1st July 1993. At the very last moment, I changed my booking to the next day because I wanted to attend a wedding in Yogyakarta, where I had been on holiday. That flight on the 1st July 1993 crashed into the sea about 100 metres short of the runway at Sorong killing everyone on board apart from a baby and a very elderly man.

@relentless-red said
Wow, I'm thinking pre-roll bars and in this country that was pre-seat belts possibly??

@great-big-stees said
Actually it was a 1968 model that did have seat belts but we didn't have them on. Another thing that made our survival all the more amazing. I remember that the rolling seemed, to us both, to be in slowmo.

Sometime in the mid-2000s, while recovering from a resection of two dime-sized spots of cancerous tissue from the lining of my bladder, and reposing at home with a drainage bag and the comfortable feeling of a catheter up my urethra, one of the internal scabs came loose and I just started bleeding into my bag.

Similar to other stories in this thread, I did some rough calculations re: bleeding out and did what was necessary. I called the emergency number. An ambulance came to pick me up and they gave me some heparin to help with clotting.

I had changed into a robe, thinking that would make it easier for the medics, but one of the drivers advised me to bring some street clothes for when I was discharged. And I also remember he was whistling the theme from "Sanford and Son" (a show in the States starring Redd Foxx), so I'm guessing they had already picked up a bunch of middle-aged guys in bathrobes that evening.

Anyway, after a visit to the ER (A&E) and a few courses of BCG treatment* (which I can only recommend not so much for the flu-like body chills which I actually do enjoy, but especially for the few hours of painful urination -- admittedly only one day out of seven during a six-week course of treatment, so don't set your expectations too high) . . .

Oh! Nearly lost the thread. Apparently I have survived, although I imagine I will croak sometime.

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*This is localized immunotherapy using a bolus of denatured TB bacilli to activate the immune system and provoke the lining of the bladder to kick out the rebel cells.

@relentless-red said
Your choice, but if I felt like that I wouldn't tell it in a forum.

@very-rusty said
For sure if it is something you'd sooner not say this isn't the place to say it or it will be thrown back at you 15 years from now! 🙂 You can always tell people you trust by a P.M., although this may be a good time for my story where an unknown entity is involved.

-VR

@kevin-eleven said
Apparently I have survived, although I imagine I will croak sometime.

@kevin-eleven said
Sometime in the mid-2000s, while recovering from a resection of two dime-sized spots of cancerous tissue from the lining of my bladder, and reposing at home with a drainage bag and the comfortable feeling of a catheter up my urethra, one of the internal scabs came loose and I just started bleeding into my bag.

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@suzianne said
You have supported people in these same forums who hear someone's story and then call them a liar.