Not Once, But Twice

I have had two near death experiences. Once when I was a little girl, and the other time about six years ago. Although it's been a long time since the first incident, I still remember it well. When I was young I had very bad asthma, and when it acted up it made me sick. One day I'd had a mild attack, and it was making me so sick to my stomach that I couldn't seem to stop vomiting. Not knowing that there was mold (something I'm very allergic to) growing in the basement under the bathroom, I decided that I'd just lay on the floor in the bathroom until the vomiting passed. I fell asleep on the floor. My mother came to check on me not too long after, and she says that finding me literally blue in the face from lack of oxygen, and breathing so shallowly was the scariest experience of her life up until that point. She woke me up, and I remember that I was having a much harder time breathing then when I'd fallen asleep. I felt like I was choking, and that someone had dropped a one hundered pound anvil on my chest and was pressing on it as hard as was possible. My mother rushed me to the hospital. I don't remember anything about the trip there, except that I was very scared because I'd never had an asthma attack that badly before. I don't remember being signed in at the emergency room either. The only thing I remember is being rushed back to a room and being told that I had to have an I.V. put in. The first time ever. I vaguely remember the nurse feeling around for a vein, but I passed out before she actually found a place to poke me. I don't know how long I was out for, all that I know is that I woke up with this feeling of surrealness when I came to. I can't describe it exactly, but it didn't seem like my asthma attack had been real. Whatever the doctor had pu in the I.V. worked, because although I still felt like I was being strangled, the nooseman had let his grip slacken, and the hundred pound anvil felt more like it had been switched with a twenty pound anvil. I was kept overnight, and the doctors told me that I was very lucky that I had arrived at the hospital when I did, because my breathing had become so shallow that had I come a few minutes later there would have been nothing that could have been done for me. I remember my second near stroke with death much more vividly.

I had been at my boyfriends house watching "Sleepy Hollow" with Johnny Depp and eating pizza when I suddenly became exhausted, and actually fell asleep with a piece of pizza in my hand. I woke up about an hour and a half later to find that my boyfriend has also fallen asleep. I had plans with a friend that night and called her to find out what we were going to do. We decided that we'd meet at her house and decide from there. I woke my boyfriend up to see if he wanted to come, but he said no and promptly fell right back to sleep. I felt absolutely fine when I got into my car that night. I was totally awake, not even a hint of drowsiness. My friend lived about ten miles north of where I was in what was considered the middle of nowhere. In order to get to her house I had to drive one a certain road for about six miles. I was fine for the first three miles. Then all of the sudden I became very tired and found myself having a hard time keeping my eyes open. I opened the window because although it was in the middle of June, it was early evening and the temperature was pretty cool for that time of year. I thought that would help. I also turned the air conditioner on, rationalizing that with both the window open and the A/C on there was no way that I could possibly fall asleep. I was fine for probably the next two miles, after that, I don't remember anything until after the colision. When I woke up, I was very disoriented, not exactly understanding what happened. My body was in shock and I really couldn't feel anything at all. I remember looking at my right wrist and when I did, it moved in a very ackward, not normal way. I remember thinking to myself first hey, that's really cool, and then wait a minute, that's not supposed to move that way. It was right around then that I started smelling what I thought was gas and oil, and started panicking. I was trapped in the car, because the driver side door wouldn't open, and the way the cars had hit one another the glove compartment had actually swung around and hit my right arm. I was so disoriented, and nothing in my body felt right that I convinced myself that what I was smelling was gas and that the car was going to blow up. There was a very nice gentleman who actually got into the backseat of the car and held my head so I'd stop moving it, who tried explaining to me that if the car was going to blopw up he wouldn't have gotten into the back seat. I was so panicked by then I didn't believe him. All that I knew is that I had to somehow get out of the car. I hard screaming coming from the van that I'd hit, someone was yelling for help for her brother. It turns out that he had a punctured lung. I was so terrified by that point that I was screaming for my mother and still trying desperately to get out of the car, but the man in the back seat stopped me from moving too much, because if I had a neck or head injury and moved too much there could have been a huge problem. The EMT's showed up in what seemed like an eternity later. It took fourty-five minutes and the jaws of life to get me out of the car. Although I had injuries that required extensive surgery, I consider myself very lucky. There are a few reasons for this. One being that although one of the passengers in the van tha I collided with had a punctured lung, he was able to have it fixed and was fine. Secondly, the police officers that I talked to told me that had there been anyone in th passenger seat of the car, that person would have been decapitated, and thirdly because the police officers also told me that had the cars collided even a quarter of an inch closer I would have been crushed to death between the doors because of how fast I was driving. Knowing that I came that close to death terrifies me. It also makes me very grateful for the things that I have, and also makes me realize that I could have been injured much, much worse than I was. Ever since that night I've been afraid to drive if I'm even the tiniest bit sleepy, or if I've woken up not too long before. I've learned my lesson about that the hard way.

lilbopeep25 lilbopeep25
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2 Responses Oct 22, 2006

I can understand your fear towards driving tired. Hope you are well.