posted on Aug, 20 2006 @ 08:14 PM
I've had a fair few accidents where medically I should be dead but im still standing so I decided to make a thread.
I just thought id share my newest and by far closest near death experience. I dont mean to be an egotistical prick or anything but I'm one hard
headed mofo. Literally.
How many people can actually say they were hit head first by a speeding car and not only got up and walked away from it but hardly even felt it. I was
drunk and stoned but it still should have hurt.
Heres some pics for your viewing pleasure.
Its only been a few days and im already healing up nicely. Swelling went down a bit and im able to move my fingers a little more.
Heres how it went down. I was walking out of the bar at around 3 in the morning on friday night. Unluckily I got split up from my brothers and
friends. I was crossing the road and a drunken driver sped around the corner and hit me and drove off.
I dont remember too much but I remember thinking it was like getting punched in the face ridiculously hard. Soon after I got up and started walking
home thinking I was fine. Luckily there was a witness and they called an ambulanc which got there pretty fast because when I looked at the police card
the next morning it said they found me only a block away from the bar.
I dont remember much but in the hospital they were telling me I wouldnt get in the ambulance and I was saying it was only a scratch. I remember bits
and pieces of the paramedics trying to stop the bleeding and they got me to sit down. When I was sitting down I remember looking at the ground and
seeing huge drops of blood hitting the ground and eventually the immobilized me got me in the stetcher and put me in the ambulance.
One thing I remember in the ambulance is the paramedics asking me if I knew first aid so they obviously searched through my wallet and found my first
aid card I got about a week earlier. Another thing they asked me was if I took any drugs on top of the booze. I thought the best thing to do was tell
the truth so I admitted I took some ectasy.
After that I remember pretty clearly the surgeon stitching me up. I remember I was cracking stupid racist jokes which I thought were hilarious and the
surgeon was getting pissed off because whenever I laughed the stitches pulled apart. Another thing I remember is the surgeon saying "I like your
outlook you maniac". I found that pretty funny.
After that all I remember before waking up the next morning is them giving me a bottle to piss in but it wouldnt come out because I was lying down so
I kept getting off the bed and standing up to piss and that really pissed the nurses off. It came out eventually and they must have gave me an
injection to sleep because all I remember after that is waking up at 10:00 the next morning.