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10-09-2006, 04:50 AM
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Re: Closest you have come to dying
I don't get it, so its a school with two thousand kids and everyone sixteen or over drives to school? I assume they are all worth at least 35k. I only really care because I'm out of work and this seems like a fantastic financial opportunity.
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#23
10-09-2006, 04:55 AM
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Re: Closest you have come to dying
When I was younger I was taken ill and they couldn't work out what was wrong with me. They thought I might have appendicitis, so hacked that out, then after rummaging around a bit inside discovered that I actually had holes in my intestine and was about to die from blood poisoning. The condition is called 'Meckles diverticulitis' where, from what I understand, pockets swell up in the lining of your intestine and burst.
So here I am, still living, but minus a foot of intestine and for some reason, my appendix as well.
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10-09-2006, 04:59 AM
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Re: Closest you have come to dying
PARty NIght:
preparty- 2 tabs of this http://us.st11.yimg.com/us.st.yimg.c..._1916_23305900 and 4 tabs of this:  to relax. Now I take a hotbath. While im relaxing, I drink about 4 shots of absinthe:  as I got out of the tub I deffenately felt loose. ON the way to the crib, I stopped at a gas station to fill up. I regularely smoked poppy so I smoked a joint whil filling gas.Party: we get a poker game going. prolly 3 hours +. I had pissed about 3-4 times meaning I must have drank 10-12 beers. We smoke some weed, then I smoke another joint of poppy. Game is over. I feel drunk. Party is still going strong, but starting to fade. MY sences and cordination is fading too by now. I start sweating like a mofo. Very wierd. Also, I begin rocking back and forth as if I am nervouse as hell. Some chiks that I'm cool with ask me "if I need any help" I ignore them. Also, some dudes are like "wtf is wrong w/ you" I also ignore. I just sit there rocking back and forth. The only thing that was going through my mind was the rapid pace of my heart beat. My heart was beating at an unhealthy rate. I decided that the crowded atmosphere might be making my heart beat fast, so I left the party. I walked roughly 4-5 houses away from the party and layed down on a lawn to cool down. Well, I ended up passing out. This is all I remember. Apparently some ppl found me and said I was non responcive and called 911. luckily, my buddies picked my up and took me away before th cops or ambulance arrived. I woke up the next day feeling typical post-party night, not too hung over. However, the night before, I really felt like I was go.
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#25
10-09-2006, 05:00 AM
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Re: Closest you have come to dying
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I don't get it, so its a school with two thousand kids and everyone sixteen or over drives to school? I assume they are all worth at least 35k. I only really care because I'm out of work and this seems like a fantastic financial opportunity. [/ QUOTE ] There was about 800 kids in each year. We had our own numbered parking spots because 1000 wasn't enough for everyone. Carpooling seniours got preference, then carpooling juniors, then seniors, then juniors. If you were a junior and didn't go for carpooling odds are you wouldn't get a spot. Sophmores didn't get any spots it was a rich neighborhood
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#27
10-09-2006, 05:03 AM
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Re: Closest you have come to dying
LONG STORY. Cliff notes at the bottom.
I was 15 and was a normal active teenager. I was on my high school soccer team, but really only playing to stay in shape for when basketball started. During the soccer season, I began to notice that I was getting more tired, quickly. I figured I just needed to get in better shape, so I didn't tell anyone. This quickly escalated to where I had difficulty walking a few blocks. I also began to be unable to eat anything. As soon as it went down, I would vomit it back up. At this point I went to see the doctor. The doctor did a thorough exam and concluded that I had stress induced asthma, and happened to also have a stomach flu at the same time. However the inhaler that I got did nothing, and my condition was infact getting worse to the point that I had trouble doing just about any physical activity. A couple of days later, still puking out anything I was eating, my parents call the doctor back and tell him the asthma is getting worse. So the doctor tells me to go to the hospital, get an X-ray and some blood tests done to see if anything comes up. I go do that and the next day I am sitting at home watching TV (obviously too sick to go to school), and I get a call from my dad, who sounds worried telling me that he is coming to pick me up to take me to the hospital, so I should get some things together to take for the night. I get to the hospital, where they explain to me the bad news. My heart, which is supposed to be the size of my fist, has grown to the size of a cantaloupe. This is stretching out the heart muscle, and not allowing it to work as well. So they keep me in the hospital and put me on some meds to see what happens. I keep getting worse. I haven't kept anything down for over a week, and I am at the point where simply talking to people tires me out. I have been in the hospital for about a week, undergoing all kinds of tests and still deteriorating, when things suddenly get much worse. I remember I was lying down when my lips began to feel cold and I started seeing stars. All the monitors that I was hooked up to started beeping and doctors and nurses came running. I looked around confused, my mind slowly coming to the conlusion that I was dying, and I passed out. (Basically what happened there was that I coded. That means that my heat overloaded, causing a sudden drop in blood pressure. In other words, a person who codes is dying.) I woke up a few days later with a wierd feeling in my stomach. I had been hooked up to a left ventricular assist device (LVAD). This is a machine that is attached to your heart and basically does the work for your left ventricle. It was a small refridgerator sized device with two hoses. Both those hoses went into the left side of my stomach, just under the ribcage to transfer the blood into the machine, and be pumped back into my heart so it would go where it needed to go. I soon found out that this was only to stabilize me and keep me alive. The only long term solution at this point was a heart transplant. The good news was that because I had been in such good shape when I had gotten sick, I had been put right at the top of the list for a transplant. However donated hearts are difficult to come by, so I settled in for a long wait. This wait turned out to be much shorter than anyone thought it would be. 3 days after my name had been put on the list, one of my doctors scrambled into the intensive care unit where I was staying, with a huge smile on his face, telling me that they had found me a match and that I would be going to surgery in about 5 hours. It was about 10pm, and I was told to try to get some sleep before the surgery (easier said than done). There are meds for that though [img]/images/graemlins/grin.gif[/img]. So I was woken up a few hours later and taken to the operating room. The operating room was cold, and I was nervous about undergoing my second major open heart surgery in about a week, but at the same time ecstatic that I would be getting better. So I was prepped for surgery and then the anesthesiologist put the gas mask on me and I quickly lost consciousness. I awoke about 2 days later. Waking up from that kind of anesthesia is a strange thing. At first I was only able to hear voices. I heard my mother talking about me, and I could feel her hand holding mine. I wanted so badly to wake up and tell her that everything was OK, but I couldn't move a muscle. I panicked, not sure what was going on. I tried to say something but was unable to say anything either. I kept trying though, and after a few minutes was finally able to give my mom's hand a soft squeeze. hehe, that startled her a bit. I squeezed her hand a few more times, just trying to let her know that I could hear her, before I passed out again. I woke up hours later to the delight of my family. I recovered very well from the illness, without any major complications, and was back on the soccer team the next year. The main reason I took the time to tell you my story is because I would like everyone to seriously consider becoming an organ donor. If it is something you wish to do it is extremely important to tell your family about your wishes, since when you die, it is ultimately up to them what happens with your body. And one body could save many lives! Without the generosity of the family of a 19 year old car crash victim from Reno (at least for pediatrics, they don't identify the donors), I would not be here to tell you this story. Thanks for reading!! CLIFF NOTES: I get sick and get a heart transplant.
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