What's the closest you have been to death?

Stay in the UK mate is sounds safer for you :)
I was lucky I was coming home when my malaria started,wouldn't fancy being treated in an African hospital back in the 1990's . I thought I'd eaten summert,I didn't realise it could be malaria,I'd been taking 2 seperate anti malarials but still contracted it , what a fool I was .
 
Sucking a marble in the mouth aged three that then lodged in the windpipe. Mother put me over her knee and frantically slapped my back, then a passing neighbour did a Heimlich maneuver which finally dislodged the dobber. I do remember the incident well as I flapped kicked and thrutched for breath.

And finally as a eight year old performing in a duo of Maurice Revels Bolero on a frozen hillpond. A quarter the way out the ice went and we were left hanging to the edge for ten minutes until the Farmer came by in his Land Rover.

Wearing heavy boots and apperal it was so difficult to grip to the ices edge due to hands that were suitably numbed. Rope lassoed, and then taken home for a good o'l sixties thrashing ...WTF ?
 
I had a triple heart bypass 10 years ago, when I was being sedated apparently I had a allergic reaction to the drug they were using and the had to use a defibrillator to bring me back again, 2 days later City lost at home to Stoke, when my son came to see me in the evening and told me the score I said (jokingly) I wish they hadn’t brought me back.
 
Got lost on top of the Brecon Beacons - team of us got lost. the weather changed in a instant, couldn't see a thing, rain, freezing cold, clouds made it so dark to see - i slipped and nearly went down a sheer drop which would have killed me - we somehow made it back down and back to the cars - everyone was totally numb and in shock, no one spoke for hours.
Gareth Southgate would never have gotten himself in this situation, I tell thee.
 
Many years ago when I'd finished University but hadn't started my graduate job yet I joined by Dad (RIP) on a business trip to Angola (he worked for a large US oil.and gas infrastructure company and managed the operations in Africa).

At that time Angola was in the midst of a civil war between the Government and the Unitas rebel group.

We were taken to a US compound in the outskirts of the capital Luanda, protected by the Angolan military where the oil expats stayed at that time.

One night there was an almighty roar, the windows shattered, you could hear explosions outside and feel the heat from them and we both got under the wooden beds whilst absolute fucking mayhem was going on around us. Bullets were now coming through the windows. It was weird as it seemed to all be in slow motion.

Anyway after a while it stopped and shouts outside the door told us to come out. We came out of the building and went outside and there were burnt out cars, some plastic sheets over dead bodies and black acrid smoke everywhere. We presumed the base had been attacked by Unitas rebels.

What had actually happened is the military who were protecting the compound got word that some Unitas rebels had been spotted a few miles away and these military guys were mobilised to go and fight them. The Luanda Police were then brought in to protect the compound.

When the military came back a few hours later they found a few of the Luanda Police guys in bed with their wives and basically a shoot out between the military and the police took place!!! FML!

I was on a plane to Portugal and then back onto the UK the next day!
 
Stabbed several times in 1983. Punctured lung and needed a blood transfusion.
But it was 40 years ago, so a long time ago.
 
When 18 at college I was stood chatting to a mate about half a metre apart on Wilmslow Road in Rusholm. It was very windy and a huge, thick slate from those roofs about 15 m up landed right between us and shattered on the ground. It was nearly half a metre wide and crazy how it missed us both. It would have smashed our heads open.
Of course we just looked at each other and pissed ourselves laughing.
 
Boxing Day, 2023.

Woke up feeling ill, couldn't catch my breath at all.

Called an ambulance, went straight to A&E. Scans showed pneumonia. Blood tests showed life-threatening anaemia - less than half the haemoglobin a healthy person has.

They pumped me full of blood and antibiotics and for a few hours I was stable, then all of a sudden I just couldn't keep up the effort of breathing.

Respiratory failure, both lungs partially collapsed. I had to be intubated and put on a ventilator. Spent 4 weeks in ICU. At one point they told my family I was probably the sickest person in the hospital. Nobody knew if I was going to make it.

Out of hospital at the end of January. Underwent a few more investigations as to what had caused the anaemia. April, diagnosed with cancer. End of May, surgery to remove it.

I'm on the mend now, just very tired! And hoping that's the end of this year's dramas.

Thanks as ever to all who work in the NHS and all who can and do donate blood.
Wow! Only a few months ago. Good luck going forward Lauz.
 
I work just one slip away from it daily.

Nearly got hit by a truck years ago. Stood on a corner waiting for the green man, was carrying a pizza box and a truck came careering around the corner and was so close to me that it knocked my pizza out of my hands.
 
Wow! Only a few months ago. Good luck going forward Lauz.
Thank you!

I'm quite a lot younger than the average age for these sorts of problems (I'm 35) so on the one hand, I've had terrible luck, but on the other my recovery hasn't been quite the slog it might have been. There was a point at which it seemed likely I might need a tracheostomy and it might take months to regain my mobility. But I avoided the trach and managed to regain my strength to walk again after just a few weeks of physio.

I'm hoping that's all my bad luck for the forseeable future, though!
 

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