I once had an anxiety attack which was so severe I was convinced that I was about to die at any moment. This was, for me, a very real near death experience. But in fact I was in good physical shape other than the gallons of bio-chemicals surging around blood stream yelling FIRE!
Edit: I was hospitalised and kept in overnight on suspicion of a mild heart attack with the high possibility of another (as medical people will know). I had to wait 24 hours for them to take a blood sample to check, so I waited, and waited and waited. Into the night I sat crossed-legged on my bed in a ward full of the sick and dying. It was a long wait. Eventually I drifted into a blank exhausted sleep.
“Wake up Mr divegeester” said the nurse looking down at me smiling “I need to take your blood sample”. “You sure know how to please a man in the middle of the night” I replied without thinking.
I was nearly taken out by a bus (not for dinner) a few years back. When my insomnia is at its worst I tend to make poor decisions when crossing the road. On this occasion, it was a complete stranger who called out and saved me from a rather silly end to my existence. I almost certainly would have been a pancake. Quite scary actually.
I've had more than my share of "close calls".
And I've seen too much death to fear it any more.
"Death is", as the Japanese have said, "light as a feather".
Maybe, when I've more time, I'll post a comical ending to one of my lighter "death encounter" moments in Italy.
But some stories are best left...and pardon the pun...dead and buried.
@wolfe63 saidIt's interesting that these things seem to make people fear death less. I found it easy to share the younger misadventure stuff although I noticed I felt reluctant to do the detail on physical health stuff so maybe that says something about what makes me feel more vulnerable as well.
I've had more than my share of "close calls".
And I've seen too much death to fear it any more.
"Death is", as the Japanese have said, "light as a feather".
Maybe, when I've more time, I'll post a comical ending to one of my lighter "death encounter" moments in Italy.
But some stories are best left...and pardon the pun...dead and buried.
@relentless-red saidI think I have mentioned this before (in some other thread) but when I was about 10-11 a group of friends were playing in an old army tent and one of the kids had brought their dog. It was the summertime and the tent was getting quite "warm" and the dog was panting a lot so I decided to "help it out of the tent. Well the dog decided that it didn't appreciate my "help" and bit me on the hand. It was a fairly deep bite and there was blood drawn. One of the boys (he was about 14 and quite knowledgeable in the ways of the world, nudge, nudge) informed me that I would likely get rabies and die in 24 hours. I ran home and told my parents what had happened and they assured me that the dog had had it's rabies shots and not to worry. Well the next day I had a "date" with the barber. I attended the sitting and above the mirror on the wall opposite was a large clock. I watched as the appointed hour approached for my passin. When the clock passed the time I felt a great weight come off my shoulders and my heart restarted. Since that "hour", low these many decades ago, I have never worried about death again. When it comes...it comes.
It's interesting that these things seem to make people fear death less. I found it easy to share the younger misadventure stuff although I noticed I felt reluctant to do the detail on physical health stuff so maybe that says something about what makes me feel more vulnerable as well.
@badradger saidAnd every time you mention it, you are one step closer...
@Great-Big-Stees every time my wife cooks is a near death experiance.
@ghost-of-a-duke saidi love pancakes with oxo gravy on
I was nearly taken out by a bus (not for dinner) a few years back. When my insomnia is at its worst I tend to make poor decisions when crossing the road. On this occasion, it was a complete stranger who called out and saved me from a rather silly end to my existence. I almost certainly would have been a pancake. Quite scary actually.
@great-big-stees saidI do indeed, pancakes are nothing but flat yorkshire puddings, if my mam was skint we kids got pancakes, often there was no jam in the house so out came the oxo gravy, it reached a point in my early teens when i reallised i prefered the oxo and still do as do my kids & wife,ps we are all from yorkshire.
You need help. 😲 😉
@badradger saidOne man's Oxo gravy is another's maple syrup...I guess. 😀
I do indeed, pancakes are nothing but flat yorkshire puddings, if my mam was skint we kids got pancakes, often there was no jam in the house so out came the oxo gravy, it reached a point in my early teens when i reallised i prefered the oxo and still do as do my kids & wife,ps we are all from yorkshire.
@great-big-stees saidmaple syrup over here costs ££££££££ cheap ones are corrupted with corn oil.
One man's Oxo gravy is another's maple syrup...I guess. 😀
@badradger saidInteresting, I remember being given oxo cubes to eat by mother, who grew up in Yorkshire. You had to pick at it really slow and then it tasted good. Too much made you wince so it lasted a long time.
I do indeed, pancakes are nothing but flat yorkshire puddings, if my mam was skint we kids got pancakes, often there was no jam in the house so out came the oxo gravy, it reached a point in my early teens when i reallised i prefered the oxo and still do as do my kids & wife,ps we are all from yorkshire.