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Originally Posted by SmootSmack
Add me to the list. I went through a stretch where I insisted on taking my pulse every night before I went to sleep. Strange, I know
Anyone been near dath?
Probably the closest I ever actually came to death was my senior year of high school. Last week of school, I had what started as a simple itch on my finger and a headache. That night at the dinner table I picked up my fork and I suddenly felt like I was on fire. I threw the fork and started shaking violently. My brother grabbed me and pinned me down. We went straight to the hospital where a bunch of tests were done on me. Everything came out normal.
They figured it was a one time occurrence so I was sent back home. The next morning I felt totally fine and went to take my last final ever in high school. Came back home and when I started to put my hands around the remote control to watch tv the same thing happened again. I started shaking like mad.
Over the next two weeks my temperature was averaging 105 degrees, I couldnt' hold anything, I couldn't walk without assistance, a whole layer of skin peeled off, I lost nearly all my hair, my eyes were blood red, and I dropped 45 pounds.
But no matter how many doctors I was sent to all over the mid-Atlantic not one doctor could diagnose what I had. And since they didn't know they were reluctant to give me any medicine. Plus I'm allergic to aspirin.
Finally, the day I've always feared came. My primary doctor sat me down and basically told me that unless they could figure out was happening it was very possible I wouldn't recover, and that my family and I should prepare for that possibility.
I gotta say, I was numb. I don't know if it was that I was too sick to feel fear but I was more confused than anything else. Like "Ok, now what do I do?"
Ultimately, while they still don't know what I had, I got better. Mainly because my dad decided I wasn't going down without a fight and had me put on any and every medicine hoping one would work. It was about 6 months before I fully recovered and got to 100%. Even today, nearly 15 years later I have some residual effects actually.
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Wow. That's crazy.
I got in a pretty serious car accident on the interstate in a blizzard back in December 2005. Hit a tree somewhere between 50-60 MPH. I got insanely lucky because the car got hit in the front right on the headlight over the tire, so the car wasn't even totaled--I still drive it today. I had two friends in the car and both were unharmed, I suffered a sprained knee. Matter of inches though, if we hit the tree on the drivers side, I'd be dead.
But I imagine theres a pretty big difference between something that from start of danger to end of danger took about 7 seconds, and something that took 6 months. It's like comparing apples and oranges.
But the next day the Skins beat the Rams en route to rattling off 6 straight wins (including the playoff win), so things ended up evening themselves out.