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Never clinically dead, but was near passing (OD’d) but I can relate to some of these stories, it was an absolute calmness and lots of colors and then near darkness. A perfect nothing, I couldn’t hear anything or speak and I was losing my sense of thought, but I willed myself back
Anyone know the game name?
Had a potassium line in my hand and my hand started to swell and hurt so bad. Literally felt like I had dunked my hand in acid. I told my nurse how much pain I was in and she told me to suck it up. After her shift was up and a new nurse came in they saw my hand and asked why I didn't tell anyone. I said I did and she told me it was fine. They gasped and ran out of the room and immediately a bunch of nurses rushed in and quickly removed the line and treated my hand. Apparently my vein blew and the potassium was just pouring into the space between my skin and muscle. Even down into my fingers and up into my forearm. Blew me up like a balloon animal. Shit was wild. I never saw that nurse again and today I still have minor nerve damage from that nurse telling me to man up. Literally wtf
Wasps aren't a type of bee. Surprisingly though since bees evolved from wasps they can be considered a type of wasp.
why the twisting turning game? Like the stories but had to stop because it was making me nauseous
I have not died clinically to my knowledge, but the times i have passed out were very.similar to this. Pitch blackness, but there was this sense of heavy fear over it all. I struggle to remember the seconds before and after, and i didnt hear anything. I was like being in sensory deprivation.
I have not died clinically to my knowledge, but the times i have passed out were very.similar to this. Pitch blackness, but there was this sense of heavy fear over it all. I struggle to remember the seconds before and after, and i didnt hear anything. I was like being in sensory deprivation.
Vet student here, spot on with the pronunciation of leishmaniasis
is no one going to talk about how insane it is that the bar jonah freak was released from prison??? what was that judge smoking???
Throwing a piece of crust at my friend three days lunch detention (cleaning tables while everyone got to go outside)
ITS NOT AN ADDICTION ! It’s a choice and I speak from experience. I was a heavy drinker for decades because I preferred being a drunk to being mentally ill. One day fed up with my abusive functioning alcoholic boyfriend who would also snort Albion I said no more. Continued going to bars, softball games and alcohol was still in the house. Never even wanted to drink. It’s been years and I only have had one drink since then to placate my father who was. Serving a special bottle of wine.
I love how these stories go from the extremes like "this guy could murder someone, this one actually did" to "he gave me a mean look." Oh, honey you are so sheltered.
was my friend since third grade. she was always kind of weird, but i never mentioned it because i didn’t want to hurt her or her best friends feelings. this continued on until eighth grade, which was probably one of the craziest years of my life so far. the weeks during this time period genuinely still haunt me to this day. it was the middle-end of the year, and my best friend and i walk to school together. i had begged my mom not to let me go to school that day, because i had a bad feeling- it might’ve been the fact i had a math test that thursday, but either way, i didn’t want to go. my mother replied to my pleas with something like “you’ve skipped too many days of school already!” and so i dragged myself to my feet and walked to school with my best friend. i don’t particularly remember what happened on the walk there, but once we arrived, we wandered around before first period began and came across a good friend of mine, whom was also my ex. (unimportant to the story) she had a very stressed, overstimulated expression so we rush over and ask her what’s wrong. to our surprise, she responded with the words “kim tried to kill herself yesterday, during SCHOOL.” (kim is the weird girl) obviously, we were like, that can’t be real, since it seems very fake, but no- we later learned that even the security cameras captured it. right when she began to explain what happened to us, kimberly herself walked up to us. i shot my friend a look so she would stop yapping about kim in front of her, and my friend turned around. “are you okay!?!” were the words i remember her speaking. in response to her words, kimberly just did this weird blink. it was like how a lizard or gecko would blink, where she blinks one eye and then the other. she didn’t say anything for a good few moments before going something like, “what do you mean??” and she continued to deny that the sewerslide attempt ever happened. lani (the friend telling us abt it) walked away with me and my best friend following, and she began to tell us what happened. another friend, named evie, walked up (evie was there), and they both told us what happened. basically, kimberly left class to hang herself on the railing of a two story building. they had just hung up flags to celebrate st. patrick’s day, and she attempted to wrap it around her neck. they also said that she was threatening to kill ME and another boy. we decided to report it to the principle, and were told that she is just joking around. weeks later, she went missing. when she was found, she had lost all motor skills. she had the results of multiple days of accidents in her pants, couldn’t walk in a straight line, and couldn’t speak, and was very aggressive. she is in juvie for attempted murder on a boy in our grade.
story 18, im like this but i caant tell north, just like where i am by just thinking of a place connect A and B roads/ paths then just knowing where to b-line it.
The stories about the teachers really hit home for me. When I was a teen, I had horribly severe depression and trauma. I also lacked the ability to read people in the sense that I thought everyone I was able to have friendly interactions with was actually my friend. Because of this, I overshared constantly and often wanted closer relationships than then other person I was involved with did. One day, I came to school after having a mental breakdown over one of my "friends" revealing that they didn't really care about me. It was done in a really mean way too, and I was barely keeping myself together. My english teacher noticed that I wasn't quite myself as I walked past him in the hallway, got me excused from my morning classes, and took the time to listen to me completely overshare about what had happened and the mental health issues I struggled with. He told me that he struggled with some of the same things I did and taught me some really helpful techniques for understanding my relationships with other people. He let me know it was okay to not share everything about myself with every person I met, and that I wasn't selfish for prioritizing my own health and safety. I still use his advice to this day. Wherever you are, thank you Mr. Cyzack. You went above and beyond in every way for your students, and I'll always be grateful.
Not teaching your kid proper hygiene. I got MRSA more times than I can count and was hospitalized twice. I didnt learn until I met my husband in the Navy, I was 20, how gross I was being and that also applies to dental care as well. I had lost 4 molars by that point too. At 30 I haven't gotten a cavity since. My husband has an idea of how much he's helped and I appreciate him for it.
The person around 7-8 minutes described exactly what I went through.
To the man who said he’s not radar he hopes it impacted someone… it did
Many years ago when I was in high school, my parents had locked the keys in their van when they had come to the school for a theatre program. There was another person there with the same make & model, so they tried unlocking the door with the other person's key. Sure enough, it worked! They didn't think to see if the other person's key could start their van, though.
4:19 so you cant sell your toe pics anymore :(
The Proper People should check out story 3.
To the person who got electrocuted, I went through similar. But not to that extreme. I understand the trauma and I’m glad you had a good outcome.
When your family and parents make fun of you then ask why you don’t do those things anymore
Tarantulas can recognize their owner as far as I know, but it is still possible for one to panic when put into a mouth.
Wasn't an attempted murder but he did have a knife. Got jumped outside my buddies house by a guy high on something. Well I'm a big boy and managed to reverse his tackle and beat him absolutely mercilessly because of my adrenaline and rage. I got arrested until it came out I was defending myself. All the neighbors saw was a 5'9 280 pound man just wailing on a guy. He had to get surgery and I got a few bruises and my knuckles were
4:58 Dude someone literally had Houses team working on him.
My mom is an exotics veterinarian, I've heard lots of horror stories about people who don't take care of their pets and only bring them in when they're nearly dead.
Story 1 wasn't in Japan
Delbert is absolutely tiny down there, I still had quadruplets with him anyway because I love him
I remember two memorable ones The girl that was known for dating 20 plus boys slept with another kid. Don't know if they did "it" but her mom kicked her out of the house and she had to live with her dad. This was in 6th grade btw. This girl stole 20 bucks from me and was flexing it to everyone in lunch. She proceeded to get suspended and maybe expelled due to other things she did such as making a grape list (it wasn't grape) and one of my good friends was on it. She also during or before 6th grade asked to give a kid in her grade the gluck gluck and the kid still has the screenshots. She makes sucking sounds whenever she sees him now. Also not really an incident but another girl with the same reputation as the other girl shoved a hairbrush in her hole. Pretty sure it got stuck. This was also in 6th grade. 6th grade was crazy.
My father always having things for me and him to work on (fence repair, forester work, mechanical work, electrical work, etc) and almost never giving me any breaks made me overvalue free time. As a result, I’m extremely lazy in my adult life.
I feel bad for the guy in the ninja costume, he was just trying to fit in and make a good impression with his coworkers, only to get fired in less than a week
Hearing these makes me feel a little better about my own experience. At sixteen I got a really sudden case of appendicitis. Despite being rushed to the ER as soon as my symptoms started, and transferred to a surgical center within the hour, the doctors told my mother that with the speed my condition was declining, I probably couldn't get into surgery before my appendix burst. And if that happened, they said to prepare for the worst, because they weren't certain they'd be able to help me. Once I got into surgery, it felt like I'd been suspended in this black abyss. I couldn't see anything. Didn't have any discernible thoughts. But it was pleasant. Warm. Probably the best I've ever felt in my life. Eventually, flashes of memories sparked in my head. Glimpses of times I remember fondly, each of them bright, replaying through my own perspective. Then there was this knowing. Not a thought. Not a voice. Nothing tangible. Just a peaceful reassurance that everything was going to be okay, and I didn't have to worry. All I had to do was rest. Nothing went badly during the surgery, the doctors said. They managed to remove my appendix before it burst somehow (the thing had swelled until they had a hard time distinguishing it from my large intestine). So as far as I know, my heart never stopped or anything like that. The only thing I will say... my sister was there, and she has this infallible sixth sense went someone dies. No one ever has to tell her the bad news. As soon as it happens, she feels it, and she knows. She said she got that feeling while I was in surgery.... Makes me wonder if something happened that the doctors failed mention.
Foley catheters are so annoying, I had one for 6 days after a surgery and for some reason they wouldn’t use a catheter bag with it so we had to go to the restroom and open a valve at the end of the catheter to empty our bladders. I was so glad when they finally removed it
The problem with quitting is the nature of Unemployment Insurance, which only pays out if you don't cause your lack of employment. There are four ways of terminating employment: (1) Firing "For Cause," such as if you cause damage to property or reputation, violate legal and legitimate work policies. Because your actions force the employer to fire you, you're seen as the cause, and don't get unemployment payouts. (2) Quitting (such as to go to another job, are moving, want to stay home with the kids, etc). This is your choice, so you aren't eligible for unemployment payouts. (3) Firing "Without Cause," such as if you're part of a layoff, the position isn't needed anymore (being "made redundant" in British terms). You didn't do anything to result in your loss of job, so you get unemployment payouts. (4) "Constructive Termination," where the employer creates such a hostile/unbearable work environment that you cannot help but quit. This is seen as the mirror of #1, where the employer is seen as forcing you to quit. That being their action, you're eligible for unemployment. Employers often try to get away with #4, because unless the ex-employee can _demonstrate_ to the Unemployment people that there was Constructive Termination, the employer gets rid of someone they want gone _and_ don't have to deal with the ramifications of someone Employees like #3 best, because they automatically qualify for Unemployment payments, without having to prove anything. So, unless they have something else lined up, "I didn't do anything wrong, so go ahead, fire me" is the best scenario for the employee. ...which is just a messed up way that our "benefits" keep us effectively enslaved to our employers.
The Swamps of Dagobah story is a good example of why you shouldn't assume someone is faking their pain. She was DEFINITELY in a lot of pain with a whole tunnel of necrosis in her digestive tract.
I was part of foster system in California San Diego only one treated me as a family member let alone human when I was taken the Social Worker got in accident and my head slammed on the dash board I was only 4 almost 5 at time she went argued with the person she slammed into without asking me if I was okay then came in drove off and threatened me she would make my life a living hell if I ever told anyone that we got in a accident well I was taken to hillcrest receiving home (look it up) they saw the goose egg on my head she told them I slammed my head on the ground when I was taken then was healthy but when I got there had to seep in same bed as 3 other kids had to fight in line to get full meal breakfast was one small milk one single serve cereal box and slice of fruit and juice you had to fight for lunch and I usually had to have a smashed sandwich milk and fruit if lucky a bag of chips or other snack and dinner first come first serve type thing as I was on the smaller size was usually at end of line so not much left I would get my food and run out on the field as far as possible so others didn't steal my food my first week it was stollen and was starving not to mention I went in healthy came out with lice in hair mites on skin scabies lung problems pink eye and many other assortment of illnesses bronchitis flu and pneumonia which caused me to cough so bad that I coughed up blood well my first foster home got me shaved my head bald (I am female) bathed me in rubbing alcohol took me to hospital and left me there as I coughed up blood in front of them my second after hospital stay was a family with little boy they forced him to do me he was around five or six and they taped it and locked me up in closet all day only letting me out 2 times a day to use restroom and if I wet my self they would take me to the punishment spot a fire ant mound by the time my grandma came to visit when she took me out to eat I had to go to bathroom she went in to help my butt skin peeled off with my underwear as when I peed myself I was forced to keep the pants on rest of day also they would wake me up around 3 in morning to walk 15 miles down a hill to preschool yep was only 5 years old and had to walk in dark I would not make it till noon and the foster parents punished me for being late I only made it to preschool 3 times as I had to find food like berries and fruits I stole from front yards as never got breakfast they said I could get it if I made it to school and many other places I lived at (foster homes) I got hit raped locked up some even tried to kill me harmed me mentally treated as a slave so I worked to clean and keep kids from harm was given left overs at most places if I was lucky and the same Social Worker followed me till I was 18 and tried to follow me in the adult Social Worker but then her past caught up with her as her charges had mostly died and all the homes she claimed good where torture homes well the one home I was taken out was the one mentioned above the reason Social Worker claimed I was getting to attached to them so she was hell bent on keeping me in dangerous homes but not good homes that treat me nice let alone as a human well come to find out she was with my father as in doing the deed and many of the claimed run aways she was in charge of were sold into sex trafficking type deals and even brought little kids to my father to have his way with them and every time he was put in jail I was the one she took anger out on by placing me in even worst place the Social Worker was named Mary Landis
I had a teacher in senior year of high school who refused to let anyone transfer out of her class. She was an art teacher, and the class was a drawing class. This lady pissed the entire class off so badly that basically everyone left. She attempted to block everyone from leaving, but failed. She especially tried to force me to stay, but after she insulted my anxiety to my face and TOLD me to leave, my counselor rejected her appeal to keep the students and let me transfer. Got a great criminal law teacher, everyone loves her, and I'm pretty sure that class never got filled again
dude from story 36 def got pounded then murdered in prison
I’ve never talked my way out of murder but I’ve talked my way out of rape, Story: I was in my aunts car and we were arguing, it heated up badly to the point I got furious and jumped out, we weren’t going fast and were approaching a light. When I got out I stormed over to the first building I say which happened to be a parking garage, I tried to slip in between the concrete slabs (it was a design or something) but I couldn’t they were too thin, so I turned my head and went into a small narrow walkway barely big enough for 2 people to fit side by side. And I immediately I heard a “pst” like someone was trying to get my attention, I looked up and saw a tall black man (his race doesn’t matter I’ve had worse experiences with white men so be racist and let your god see it fr) but anyway, he approached me and asked “what’s up” and I basically confided in him because I was so pissed off at my aunt that I went into rant mode for like 1 minute at the most. Then I looked up randomly and said “lol I could totally climb the side of this building with my hands and feet rn” just cause it was narrow enough. Not sure why I said that at the time but I do have severe adhd so that’s probably why who knows for sure tho, but he said “no need, follow me” he seemed so nice I did, while walking I was holding my four loko “not opened yet” and my pink pocket knife, “he offered to hold my knife cause my hands were full and I let him, seems like a “nice guy” lol. he took me to the elevator in the parking garage and we went up, immediately after those elevator doors closed he started touching me. Just feeling on me, at first I laughed, it was a nervous response. It got to where he started kissing me and then I started saying things like “shouldn’t you take me on a date first” lol. Or “get to know me” he responded immediately with “we know eachother already” as if we didn’t just meet tf. and then the elevator opened and we stepped out. He probably kissed me over 150 times non stop and I didnt know what to do, this would be my third experience with men taking advantage of me but the first experience with one who wasn’t a family member. I did not know what to do. I kept holding out for as long as possible. Told him we can drink my loco “I had it in my hand at the time” and he agreed but he would NOT stop kissing and feeling on me. It lasted like half an hour until I told him “I needed to go I have a work meeting at a certain time” it took a lot of convincing, but we started to walk, he chose to take the stairs, I should have seen something wrong with that but I didn’t I was just thankful I was leaving. We entered the stairwell and then he started feeling on me again and kissing me, this is when he started to pull my pants down enough to feel my areas, he did he had his finger in me but i wasn’t even scared a little bit, just annoyed and tired of it. I continued to submit to allow it but also comment on how I NEEDED to leave it’s important and I’d get fired from my job if I didn’t. “Was a lie there was no meeting” He just didn’t care. I did notice a camera pointed strait down at us that I did not tell him about, at every second he was holding me, “in a hug position” I took that time to tell my aunt the situation through Snapchat. And anytime she texted back I told him that it was my aunt “worried about me for jumping out of the car and wondering where I am” was really hard to do, REALLY HARD. But that’s what saved me in the end. I remember her texting me back and saying “help is coming” and I assumed she meant the police, I texted her back and said “it’s ok I think I’ve got it” and somehow I did, he had my knife, but I guess I played manipulator so well that I convinced him that I’d see him again, he told me that I was as polite and caring as a princess, he believed I would see him again, I let him keep my knife because I told him “I’ll be back for it” as confirmation that I WOULD see him again. During the process I remember trying to get as much info out of him as possible, his address is 231 walnut st downtown johnstown pa. And his name is Demetrious, he kept quiet everytime I asked his age and now I’m aware of why. I thought he was maybe in his late thirty’s when it was happening, but after telling someone that he had grey in his beard I was informed he is most likely MUCH older. I even convinced him to walk me down and “wait for my ride with me” it worked, we walked the stairwell and got down, waited like 5 minutes and I see a car parking in the ally next to me, heather and Jeff get out, “family members I dislike but am grateful for that moment about” they took me home. I did not report it, I’m a coward I know, but I’ve had to experinces before hand with my own family members, they didn’t believe me about enough to even get helped. So I saw no point. However I have no shame in giving the internet the info, do as you want with it. Thank you for listening to me. ❤ Edit: this happed last year when I was 21. And forgot to mention “not sure it matters” but it’s a good detail in the story I forgot to add, any little move I made when he was gripping me, he’d only grip harder as if I was going to take the chances running from a man on the top floor of a parking garage stairwell who had my knife on him. He was doing too much.
Oh come on. It's police brutality 100 percent
This guy sucks at driving the vette
A lot of these storys reminds me what my mom told me about my littlist sister- how she knew all about our great grandpa- who was long dead even before I was born... I didn't even know anything about him nor did really any of my siblings. I've realized something... Most of these storys aren't truly of death- as I have experienced it yet i never died- an out of body experience as a simple observer with lack of feelings and just peace- i miss those days where i didn't have to be present in school to get good grades- in fact be able to even be distant like that... I would watch a kid that was dragged into the "calm down" room punch the walls, sit on the chair, jump on the mini tramp, or do what i did and hide under the bean bags. All while answering math problems in the main room... Though i never could stay watching for long time as i would keep getting bothered by things beinging me back to reality like realizing i was doodling instead of putting numbers